Not even surprised, nobody wants to play with broken toys
I don’t mean to brag but I’m officially not fat anymore. BOOM!! Hi size 8’s, even though my tits haven’t changed at all so I look a bit like a lollipop, oh well, I’m now no longer a heff :)
Would actually quite like to curl up in bed and just not wake up for a very long time. This is a ridiculous way to feel, I have no right to feel this way, it wasn’t anything, I don’t know what I was thinking. This was always going to happen. It was my fault. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t enough, I should’ve tried harder.
The funny thing is I’d still do whatever you wanted, you’re just too stupid to see and take advantage of it.
Erghh I actually feel so sick, like literally sick to my stomach. If I thought about it I could probably cry, like seriously what have I got myself into, frustration isn’t even the word. I want so badly just to cut you out and then I get a glimmer of hope and boom shot down. It’s not even like I didn’t know it was going to end up like this but fuck me I wish it hadn’t. It’s constantly on my mind, like everyday and everything you say about it and just like yeah, I’m here for you, when really i doin’t want to hear a fucking word of it. You make me feel sick.
Another Christmas you’ve managed to ruin, well fucking done, break up with my dad a week before it and now 13 years later, it’s deja fucking vu, you’ve managed to break up with my step dad as well. Just another reason for me to think that love doesn’t exist, just a fucking social corporate scam to con us into buying shit chocolate and tacky cards. You all make yourselves believe in something that isn’t even real and manage to convince yourselves you’re “in love”. Grow up it’s just a fucking excuse for fat, ugly or single people to explain why they can’t get a shag. Well merry fucking Christmas, one and cunting all.
