I feel like I’m drowning. It’s the second semester of senior year and my social life basically consists of being in love with boys who are afraid of me. I act like they don’t get my “sense of humor”… But really I’m just obsessed. All the men in my life leave. I’ve never had a man care about me enough to show it. So I force boys to notice me by doing ridiculous crazy things. I hate everything right now. I hope I grow up before college.
I hate how I’m spending so much time trying to look pretty to go watch a basketball team that hates me. Like…. why won’t you love me? I’m cute and funny and I put out… ugh.
Every month on my 16 year old brother’s anniversary with his girlfriend my mom sits me down and lectures me about scaring boys away and dying alone with cats thanks mom I’m working on it
I’m 2/2 on being drunk and getting permission to touch a football players biceps go me
Everyday that I don’t make a boy feel uncomfortable is a beautiful day (not today)