Been receiving comments about having gotten too “skinny” and “bony” making me no good to hug. In a way it makes me feel good. But tbf you can’t please everyone. I’ve come to love my body and if others like it then that’s rad if others don’t then who gives a shit

Summer makes me miss my old friends even more. The seven of us. Last summer was great. Now I have a summer of no one and no where to go. Grrrrreat.

Skinny, pretty and long hair.
I will get there.

Itching but I made you a promise. I can’t break another promise to you.

You don’t know anything about me. Not anymore.

It’s pathetic how much I think having longer hair will make me happier. And to lose the weight again. And a diff face.

if i was to die, things would be better for so many people