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Why do I even bother? Sometimes I will just sit there and realize how incredibly ridiculous it is to compare myself to these other girls. Standing next to them I’m nothing. Everyone has that something about them that makes them different, and beautiful, and I don’t. It’s so insanely discouraging and I don’t understand why my boyfriend doesn’t just cheat on me or leave me. I am so insecure and I wish I had good looks to kind of counteract that. But no, I’m insecure and ugly so I just suck. I wish I was just happy with how I looked, and I wish I had the ability to not worry about other girls and to think I’m pretty. I almost feel bad for my boyfriend, like I’m trapping him. Why cant I be happy?
Dec 13th / 0 notes †
Thunder and lightning protect me from god, I won’t be skull fucked by faith, I am the upside down cross.
Dec 13th / 0 notes †



