Silent Tears, Internal Scars

-Fireflies (Nightcore Version)

Here's me...from my frizzy, wild hair to my stupid gray eyes for my favourite follower Fankie...

Me eating yogurt oh my god raspberry 😋

Why does society have so many rules and shit? When does it become sociably unacceptable to go trick-or-treating and why are we labelled and grouped? Even the outsiders have a clique. And what’s the defining characteristics for all this? I’ve spent the last few hours at the mall, and I was wearing ripped jeans, a leather jacket, all black make up and my clip-on earrings (as I don’t have my ears pierced yet.) While I was strolling around the mall in my black sneakers with my goddaughter, some old bastard had the nerve to walk up and ask my goddaughter if she knew me or if I was a stranger. Alexa looked all sweet in her white dress that poofs out at the bottom and her white flats and her bushy brown hair done up and nice and a teeny tiny bit of makeup to bring out her round, dark eyes. So when she unleashed her six-year-old temper because this man insulted her “Mommy”, he looked shocked as hell. When I started soothing her with a honey-sweet voice, he looked even more so. It makes me wonder why he judged me to be a kidnapper because of my clothes. Just because I was rocking “punk-emo” couture doesn’t mean I’m a kidnapper.

So I'm pansexual. And my Mom is very accepting of my sexual orientation but I could never tell her about my partner. Both my biological father (bio. Dad) or stepdad know about my orientation or partner. I'm a 13yo who smokes tobacco and weed, drinks, cuts and is failing school; but all my parents see is an antisocial girl who shuts out the world and cries most of the time in her room. I cry because I've already been through so much, and I've still got one helluva storm before me. Sos, I'm drowning in my own fucking mind...!

You know when someone pushes you to your edge, and you're desperately clinging to the edge so you don't fall off? Someone came and stamped on my fingers....I'm falling. If this is my last post....I just want to give my account to my friend Jenn...she's my best friend and this is my sorry gift to her.

I hate my parents. I'll say this right now. At thirteen years old, I'm to young to have learned the true meaning of hate in my opinion. But I hate my parents. It's to the point where everything they say to me means absolutely nothing, and every compliment they pay me—I believe—is a goddamn fucking lie. Today, for instance, I was bitched at again for smoking. That's not what bugs me, what bugs me is the fact that they care enough to scream at me for 47 minutes straight, but not enough to to actually help me stop. They never put themselves into a position where I can talk to them, they rarely tell me they love me, and I can't come to them with anything or it'll be used against me. The scary thing is, I've stopped caring what my parents think of me and I'm at the point where I've resolved to move out at 16, in 3 years. Im scared because it's making me depressed, I've been having suicidal thoughts and I feel trapped and small. What do I do?

My frizzy hair is disobeying me...

Wearibng my boys sweater...swimming in it Hahaha #boyfriends #sweaters

#jacksepticeye face is like “Really bitch..!” In Escapists #20 at 7:55 is hilarious!

Good morning everybody 😊

#fontcandy @easytigerapps #sisters

So a lot of people ask (on fb/twitter) why I'm mostly wearing my bandana all the time. The answer is simple: I'm self conscious and only on this site because my friend is making me 😕

#kawaii #2hot4u oh my freakin’ god I'm such a joke 😂 I'm not kawaii or 2hot4u