There’s so many perfect girls

on here that you would pick over me. They’re all beautiful. They’re all pretty. They all have perfect bodies. 

I have no self-esteem. 

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That’s it.

I’m taking anon off.

I know who you are. Stop acting like your someone else trying to make yourself feel better by trashing on me. I’m tired of it. Seriously? Me trying to be you? Please. This world is huge, there’s a lot of Asians that look like you but you decide to pick on me. 

I don’t care about swag. I don’t cake my face. I don’t wear hype shit. Stop thinking the world revolves around you.

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I don’t get why you take your anger out on me.

You get mad about something that doesn’t even relate to me, but yet you still take your anger out on me. I feel like it’s all my fault when really I did nothing wrong.

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I hate when my parents put me down.

Saying hurtful words to me just because I did something wrong. I know they don’t mean what they say but it still hurts. I try not letting it get to me, but I end up breaking down crying. I’m starting to believe everything they say to me is true.

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If I start talking to you everyday, then I’ll get attached.

And I’m already attached. You replying fast is something I am used to. When you reply slow… I jump to conclusions. I assume things. You’re probably having an interesting conversation with someone who is better than me. Someone who is more fun to talk to and can spark up a conversation. I over think things because I’m so insecure and jealous. Especially when you call someone cute. It kills me. I feel like I’m not even good enough for you. Even if it’s a celeb. I don’t want to get hurt. You’re mine and only mine. I don’t like to share.

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I’m a lazy texter.

Especially when I’m on Tumblr and I’m just staring at the dashboard waiting for something exciting to happen…

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