Me: This is a bad idea, and will only make me sad.
Me: Okay let's do it.
Because Im that bitch
A. Why my last relationship ended. -fucker.
B. Favourite band. - one effin direction
C. Who I like and why I like them. -this one sexy mofo
D. Hardest thing I’ve ever been through.- attempting suicide
E. My best friend. - better than yours
F. My favourite movie. -too many too name, twilight bitchhh
G. Sexual orientation. -wut
H. Do I smoke/drink? no but i want too
I. Have any tattoos or piercings? ear & belly piercing
J. What I want to be when I get older. -docter
K. Relationship with my parents. -okay
L. One of my insecurities. -my fatness
M. Virgin or not? - uh
N. Favourite place to shop at? -victoria's secret
O. My eye colour. -hazel
P. Why I hate school. -it's school
Q. Relationship status as of right now. -fucking a turkey
R. Favourite song at the moment. -little things
S. A random fact about myself. -i'm fat
T. Age I get mistaken for. -13, i'm short
U. Where I want to be right now. -Australia
V. Last time I cried. -today
W. Concerts I’ve been to. -none yet, soon to be one direction
X. What would you do if (…)? - eat
Y. Do you want to go to college. hell yes
Z. How are you? -fucking great.
I just realized how fucked up a truly am. I mean, look at me. I used to be this happy girl who loved everything and was constantly laughing, and now I’m sitting locked in my room, reblogging pictures of cuts and scars and blood and suicide and sadness. I never in a million years thought I would end up like this. What’s wrong with me?
(Source: faking-my-own-suicide, via inspired-by-defeat)
*in principals office*
principal: Have a seat.
me: thank you *picks up chair and leaves*
Everyone’s talking about Rihanna and her misbehaviour while touring. What are your plans? Are you gonna do stuff like that? Be bad boys? (x)