Hello :)

I would give anything, except myself, to get him back.

I’ll probably regret this but I’ve convinced myself he's the right person, just at the wrong time. I gave him everything I could and I was ready to give him so much more. If this is what he needs to be happy, I'm okay with that. I know that when he’s ready, he’ll come back. Maybe it’ll be after we both graduate or after he gets his heart broken by a new girl, or maybe in twenty years when we’re sitting outside, listening to the music we used to listen to together when we were younger. We’ll talk about the good times we used to have. And then we’ll realize they were the best times of our lives, and we’ll pick up where we left off. Until then, I’ll wait for him. 

I want to move out but I can't. My house isn’t my home. My family makes me feel like shit. We argue 24/7. They make fun of me for my weight when I struggle with my body image. They slut shame me. They’re toxic and I need out

shoutout to my family for destroying my mental health after months of me fighting to fix it

I feel so bad for the future generations who are going to have to sit in history class and learn about all the assholes that wasted their lives away scrolling through TikTok and watching Disney +.