I am a daughter.
A sister.
A best friend.
A student.
I am emotional.
Self-concious.
Girly.
Artistic.

I am just me. Take it or leave it.

 

people still bother to tell me things about my ex.

I’m moving on, stop.

its still hard for me and when people tell me i am mean to HIM? that pisses me off.

I’m the victim aren’t i

marquis i really don’t want to meet up with you tomorrow. we have talked enough i am finally getting over you. why do you want to keep hurting me.

fuck liking guys i can’t keep my emotions in tacked