And so I packed up my shirts. All of them tight, flashy, sexy. But I dont know whats slutty. I honestly, dont know whats bad. But I packed it all up, along with my food, and my sexy things. I put them all in a box and gave them to Rachel. I'm so tired of being the slut. I'm so tired of being stomped on. I'm so tired of not knowing what I'm doing. I
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ive told you over and over, that you are a beautiful. now you have to believe it. i know it is so much easier to believe the bad than the good. ive been there. and it takes strength to change that tape recorder playing in your head telling you all the bad things ppl can say over and over again, but it can be done. turn it off. its hard as hell. but it can be done.
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thank you
j
ps - ill take the supersize anyday
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