Sometimes drinking alone is no fun, good thing I have tumblr.
Source: thatbitch-laura
list of laura’s flaws.
fat
ugly
my hair is too thin
my teeth are too small
my nails are thin
butt is too small
boobs are too big
lips are too thin
eyes are too small
my forehead has wrinkles in it
i can’t cook
i’m lazy
i’m messy
i have no social skills
i’m not smart
i’m negative
i have no motivation
my arms are flabby
my stomach isnt flat
my legs are gross
i’m too tall
i have big feet
i’m selfish
i’m irritating
my ears stick out too far
my cheeks are too chubby
i’m annoying
i have jealousy problems
i’m bipolar
i have no friends
thats all i got for now….more to come later.
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Scott is my favorite I don’t care what anyone says.
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Source: excusemeijustlovewheezy
Graduation
Where to begin…i remember my first day of kindergarten, first grade, how in second grade my mommy walked me to my class room and i saw her cry as she walked away from my desk. i remember my mommy getting me dressed for school and faking sick so i could stay home with her. i remember my first day in georgia when my mommy got me a pink back pack and everyone made fun of me but i knew she liked it so i would deal with everyone and where it anyways. i remember wanting so badly to graduate and in first grade asking how many more years of this. it all went by too fast. i didn’t want to grow up. honestly i wish i could go back to when i was little and everyone loved me unconditionally because i didn’t know any better…when things were so simple and mommy and daddy could fix everything. I don’t want to be on my own…Everyone is so happy to be moving on with life but not me. i don’t want things to change. all i can think about lately is my parents looking at me when i was little hoping big things for me, i feel like i let them down…i blinked and now im graduating? i know its really not that big of a deal but it feels like a lot. who’s room am i supposed to go to when i have a bad dream? who’s going to help me when im sick? who’s going to take care of me? i’ve never been independent and now it feels like i’ve been hit by a train. i’m only 17…i’m not mature enough for any of this. i wish i could’ve failed or something… i wish i could be given more time.
