The Life of Woe

unclefather:

standing in front of the fridge and contemplating life

(Source: chickensandwich)

previouslysane:

zuulie:

imtitsmcgee:

deffinitely

defiantly

difinately

definantly

definately

detinafey

I just want you to know that I think about you constantly. Not a day goes by where you don’t cross my mind. Although we’re miles apart, I can’t get you out of my head. And yet, I’m in pain. I constantly worry that I don’t even come to your mind. I’m just that silly girl you met a year ago.

You know, since I can’t do anything right, maybe I should just disappear. Would you finally care then?

Sometimes I just want to stay inside. I don’t want to step out of my room. I feel ugly. Ugly and plain disgusting. My hair is stupidly thin and doesn’t style, my face is covered in acne, I’m fat, I’m awkward, I’m just a menace to society. And I almost feel as if no one would mind if I just disappeared.

Everything I do is in vain because you never appreciate it. All you find is my faults and I’m tired. I’m exhausted from trying to be perfect for you and trying to impress you because you never notice. If I make one mistake, that’s the biggest thing. Never mind I did something that was ten times more mentionable. So, that’s it. I give up on you.