to be heard

and migraine.

hot girls have stomach issues.

love it when people I always hated turn out to be actually evil.

my kind of love:

oh to live somewhere far away where nobody even knows your name.

I love it when someone gives me a personal nickname. like yes please call me whatever you want I love you.

once I get my damn license nothing will ever stop me.

me even though I don’t smoke often:

I don’t think you understand how much I love sleeping.

nobody tells you how draining silent pressure of expectation is.

"so where do you see yourself in five years?" please don’t give me a panic attack.

Once I put aside my desire to please people around me I’ll be unstoppable.

I’m the girl version of my dad, but I have better hair and I’m a bit meaner.

"I want a healthy relationship."

also what I want:

I either cry myself to sleep or don’t give a fuck about it.

when I say my love language is physical contact I mean it’s reserved for people I love. I hate being touched in general.

it’s either headaches, stomaches or anxiety attacks.

being bisexual is a curse and a blessing. because what do you mean I have so many options and I’m still single?