Walking down the street alone at night singing Disney songs because you can
When you get a paper cut on your wrist and people start asking you if you’re cutting yourself
At first:
After a while:
When I have homework to do
What I think I’ll do:
What I actually end up doing:
When someone reblogs your post and adds: “Dying”
It’s settled. I’m a hilarious bamf.
The moment you realise that your back is aching and you’re not even 20 yet.
When your friend’s crush walks by
Me:
Friend:
Me:
Friend: I cannot believe you. We’re not friends anymore.
Me:
Body fat is like the awkward kid who always shows up unexpected and never gets the hint that it’s time to leave.
A choice I have to make much too often.
To my future followers:
