"Remember that when you’re laying in your casket, nobody will be paying attention to how much you weigh or what you look like. They will ponder the memories they have with you. They will remember how you made them feel. So go out there and be you. Be kind. Make people feel good. Stop worrying about your appearance and go make some memories. That’s what matters. No number or reflection can ever compare to the people that love you. Stop hiding because you’re afraid of what people think. Because when you leave this world, you don’t want to be remembered as the person that hated themselves, the person that hid. You want them to remember how you made them feel, how much you loved them. And darling, you can’t love other people when you hate yourself."
But, when I go out it’s time to cake that shit up.
Make out with another girl. Then ask me if I’m okay two days later. You didn’t care about my feelings when you needed your satisfaction, so don’t care two days later either.
Boys don’t fucking think.
No longer a teenager anymore. :(
Like…. I can’t take this anymore.