So Long Sweet Summer...
So school has started. My last first day of school. Crazy. I am going to have a shitload of work this year, but I'm bringing it upon myself so I can't complain. In between all the work, I know I'll have a great year with my friends. I also know that we won't talk about it being our last year all together.
Thin won't ever happen.
Our society is so consumed with numbers and what a number reads on a scale. I was starving. I was barely functioning. -Tracey Gold
I have this constant feeling of wanting to explode. I can't really explain it. There's just so much pressure in me to do certain things and act certain ways that I'm afraid it's all going to backfire. My grandparents, money, school, trying to find a job, etc. Save face unless I'm alone. Always.
Cut it out, your self inflicted pain is getting too routine, the crowd's are catching on to the self-inflicted song, well here we go again, the art of acting weak...
Thin won't ever happen.
Our society is so consumed with numbers and what a number reads on a scale. I was starving. I was barely functioning. -Tracey Gold
I have this constant feeling of wanting to explode. I can't really explain it. There's just so much pressure in me to do certain things and act certain ways that I'm afraid it's all going to backfire. My grandparents, money, school, trying to find a job, etc. Save face unless I'm alone. Always.
Cut it out, your self inflicted pain is getting too routine, the crowd's are catching on to the self-inflicted song, well here we go again, the art of acting weak...