A beating heart. Waiting to be transplanted by a doctor who is out playing golf.
I don’t even know why I’m here anymore.
No one cares, not even myself.
I hardly eat or drink anymore. I don’t laugh or smile like I used to.
I get made fun of everyday. And I don’t think people realize it hurts. Calling me ‘chubby/thick’ hurts.
Saying I look ‘Asian’ hurts.
Telling me I…
I know we never really talk, but i hope you’re okay, don’t stress out so much, it’s bad for you. I’m really surprised that some of the things that hurt you were about your body. You’re not chubby at all, just because a lot of girls are super skinny doesn’t mean you’re chubby. And i’m ridiculously envious about your beautifulness. And people who talk about you being bi are just insecure about their sexuality and/or are horny virgin pigs.
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