February 2012
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Tumblr is full of clothes you can’t wear, food you...
Where do i run to?
You know when you pretend that nothing is wrong in your life, that you’re happy and you’re strong and all that, but there’s that one moment when you want to break down and let it all out and complain and rant to someone but all they can say are stuff like “Stop complaining” or “Quit feeling sorry for yourself”. I get them, i do but if we can’t talk...
In class: I actually get this!
Homework: What the fuck
Quiz: What the fuck
Test: What the fuck