romeo: if i was thy boyfriend
romeo: i'd never let thou go
romeo: i canst take thou places thou hath not been before
romeo: and i can be thy gentleman
romeo: swagger swagger swagger
romeo: swagger on thou
tyra banks: 10 beautiful ladies stand before me
tyra banks: but i only have nine pictures in my hands
tyra banks: and they're all of me
tyra banks: lol
me: *puts in headphones*
everyone else: wooo lets start an unnecessary conversation
i feel like shit and i feel like i’m gonna end up bursting out crying. i’m so sick of the way it’s like i’m invisible or something? it’s ridiculous. i feel like shit, maybe i just want to be acknowledged more idk.. am i not enough or something? has there always got to be more than me? sometimes i question so much about my past. i only block it out because it’ll ruin the present and it’s catching up with me. i feel so sick and tired but scared of everything i may loose. i’m scared and clueless on what i need to do. when i open my mouth i make things worse, but when i bottle it things are peachy but i suffer inside.