when i was younger, an advert came on with loads of girls with thighs that don’t touch.
my mum told me never to strive to get a gap between my legs, because it’s so unrealistic and i’ll never be happy.
ever since then, i’ve wanted a gap between my thighs.
the last time i cried i wasn’t properly crying, because i was crying because of my insomnia and i didn’t have enough energy.
the last time i cried properly was over someone i used to like. they got a new girl and it was like, final closure i guess. girls are weird like that. we can move on, but still remember.
1,383. and only like 5 of you sent me messages o.o
um, as long as their taller than me, make me laugh and aren’t too shy, are caring and not an utter dickhead, i’m quite happy.
i need to feel comfortable with them. so we can talk about everything. or nothing.
ooh, this is a deep one.
i’m happy with what i’ve got. how could i not be?
slightly unfulfilled, perhaps. bored, definitely. but happy, yes.
i’m just tired. tired of a lot of things.
they all just leave again
like they don’t give a damn
aw I don’t mean just them they’re wonderful haha thanks you lovely person :)
i love my life though people omg