It’s sad that I hate myself so much that everytime my mom starts to compliment me or say something nice about me I have to walk away because I start crying because I just feel it’s impossible for good things to be said about me and I won’t believe them.
"Seeing someone read a book you love is seeing a book recommend a person."
Pro’s to my (lack of) sex life:
When my period is 3 weeks late I don’t have to have a mental breakdown thinking i’m pregnant
Instead, I just blame Mother Nature for being an obnoxious bitch