i feel like all i do is try to please everyone, besides myself. and unfortunatley, the people i try to please the most, see right through it. i tell myself to just give up so it can be their turn to try hard, but then i feel like i’m being mean, or they are mad at me. i sike myself out over nothing, it’s quite ridiculous. and i’ve learned it hurts, more than it helps. so maybe one day, i’ll stop worrying so much.
Now I lay me down to rest; which tshirt do you like the best? My face is tan, my hair is high, grenades are falling from the sky. Got my gel, my face is clear; Let’s go bitches, CABS ARE HEAA!