If you don’t like the way I look, don’t look at me.
Maybe I’m not skinny enough. I don’t like the right things. I don’t yield to fads and trends and popular opinion. I’m not a normal teenager. Maybe it’s because I’m not smart enough or popular enough or sexy enough. Maybe I’m just plain and nobody wants that. Nobody wants someone who is in love with the beatles and led zep. Nobody wants anyone whose idea of a good night is listening to vinyl records and burning incense and eating homemade pizza. Maybe I’m too quiet. I’m not flirty enough. I don’t talk enough. Maybe I don’t know enough people. I don’t have enough friends. I don’t party every weekend. Maybe this is the reason. I don’t know. But what I do know is that nobody wants me. So obviously there must be something wrong.
FUCK YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU STUPID BITCH
3 quizzes and a test tomorrow. I will fail them all.
(Source: thefiercehippie)
I just realized that the reason why I don’t have a lot of friends is that I hate people.
