I’m not good enough for anyone, especially myself. I spend everyday trying to be perfect, only to walk past the mirror and cringe. It hurts so much. Everyday. I try so hard to be good enough, but no matter what happens I’ll always the girl no one looks at twice or gives two shits about.
Rough day.
And I’m so damn self conscious now.
Im glad my skirt is as long as it is; covering the cuts on my legs. -sigh-
I want to feel pretty. I want to feel special.
I just want to feel like I’m worth even a moment of someone’s time for once.
But I’m not.
And I never will be.
no i don’t wear glasses because i think they’re cute i wear glasses because im fucking blind
(Source: hyacin-th)
I think I might buy a journal.
I mean, I’ve been meaning to for ages, I just haven’t gotten around to it.
I guess, it’d allow me to vent. And maybe help me with my stress.
Maybe.





