*sees slugs on the sidewalk after it rained*

tiätteks sen tunteen ku on ollu astetta huonompi päivä ja päätät pelata vähän videopelejä piristyäkses mut tunaroit jopa videopelimaailmassa ja oot vaan sillee et voi pojat, 

I know I’m not pretty like the other girls. I don’t know how to wear make up, I don’t have straight and silky hair. My skin isn’t perfect and my body is far from what’s considered attractive. I don’t know how to click photos, I don’t click photos. I can’t pose the right way to save my life. I don’t know how to be sexy, I get nervous and very self conscious when I’m around people . I’m not that mysterious girl that leaves you wanting for more, I talk. A lot. Mostly because I’m nervous and I tend to overcompensate by talking too much. And even though I knew this all my life, even though it bothered me all my life, I had accepted it in a sense, made my peace with it. But then you came along and I couldn’t believe someone like you wanted me. Despite of all that I wasn’t. I should have known it was too good to be true because you left me for a girl that was exactly what I wasn’t. I hated myself long before I met you but you picked her and yes it was inevitable and all of my fears were proved to be true. Now I don’t know how to breathe without feeling that I’ll never be enough. I can’t breathe without hating every inch of myself.

“I am tired of being told I am loved and cared about but never made to feel that way.”

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