oh god. this is probably true.

fuck it, I’m going.

best part is… the dress looks fantastic.

I’m just gonna stay off Facebook.

Until prom’s long gone.

It’s really just kind of massively embarassing for me.

Okay, what the hell, it’s mortifying.

I want to just slowly shrink and disappear when people talk about it.

so gorgeous. <3

I really don’t know what to do…

Broken hearted.
Tired.
Emotionally, Mentally. Spiritually.
Lost.
Suffocating.
Can’t breathe.

Help.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
Holy shit, fucking fuck you.

Goddamnit.

I wish someone would see the real me.
That diamond in the rough.
I thought I had potential.
I guess just not enough.

Remember when I said I thought I hit rock bottom? That wasn’t rock bottom.

I want a little padded cell all to myself. For real.

fuckyeahsimsmeme:

Every time I throw a party, every guest leaves straight after arriving, walks across town and stands in this lot forever, even after I deleted it. I am concerned. And lonely.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA