i have an appointment tomorrow at 9:30 be checked for bi polar disorder
and for the first time in a long time I stopped everything and looked at myself in the mirror. and that’s when I realized, i’m not happy, I haven’t been happy. I broke down today, I was strong for too long. I’m sorry.
I don’t do this often, but every now and then I let myself.
I have HORRIBLE teeth. Like, its just all sorts of fucked up in my mouth. I’ve had these teeth since I was nine, and I’ve gotten used to them. I used to be so self concious, and I never let myself smile because of my insecurities. In 5th…
TEETH. I’m tired of dancing around the truth. I’m tired of people discriminating against those with “bad teeth.” FUCK IT, these are my teeth and there’s really not much wrong with them. They work just like straight teeth. They chew my food and show when I speak, smile, laugh. For years I hid my teeth, because when shown, people would comment on them. “When are you getting braces?” “Woah, smile. I wanna see your teeth.” “Your teeth are funny.” The reason why people can be such assholes about teeth, is because it’s not something they’re used to. People typically have issues dealing with things they aren’t used to. Some even told me I was ugly because of my teeth. I’m here to tell you that just because you don’t have straight pearly whites doesn’t mean you’re ugly. The people who are truly ugly are those who discriminate against those with “ugly teeth”
I’m constantly looking at other girls and wishing I was them.
— midnight thoughts (I just want to know you care)
When I was 5 I watched my dad walk out without even saying goodbye.
When I was 7 I found my sister dead on the floor when the boy she loved didn’t love her anymore.
When I was 9 I saw my teacher break down crying because her husband was unfaithful.
When I was 11 I watched as my best friend’s mom was dying of cancer.
When I was 13 I heard on the news that a 5 year old girl had gotten hit by a car.
When I was 15 I watched my best friend get sent away because she turned to drugs when the boy she loved walked away.
When I was 17 I watched you leave me in the middle of the night. You thought I was asleep and then you ran away from me.
At 19 years old I’m finally convinced there’s no such thing as true love and happy ending don’t exist.
— (via un-f0rgiveable)