My parents: why don’t you spend more time with us?! You never do.

Me: Ok I’ll take you to dinner

Also them:

What it’s like to be me #1

Every Thursday morning my mom checks the big trash can to make sure I cleaned the cat box the night before……

I’ve been cleaning the cat box…. Since forever…

She goes through the fucking garbage to make sure there’s garbage

I swear I’m gonna kms

I’ll never be loved

I’ll never be special

I’ll never be worth it

I’ll never be enough

I’m so numb inside I literally feel hollow, nothing makes me laugh anymore and my heart hurts all the time. I feel like I’m dying I feel like I’m not going to make it, I can’t live like this I want to die

I feel more comfortable being by myself in a dark room than being in a room full of fake ass people.

I hate this. I can’t fucking sleep.

I keep falling in love with impossibility. Falling for what I know I can’t have.

@the-thoughts-ill-never-speak

-Lovelytheband (also wow I’ve been sad lately)

Always pushing away those meant to be let in.

-the-thoughts-ill-never-speak

Hi welcome to the story of the first time I was hit on

Okay for context, my body shape is wack. Small chest, bigger hips, of which I’m insanely insecure about.

So this particular day I was but a nimble 16 year old, and my brother dragged me to the DMV to renew his shit, and I decided to wear a baggy slightly oversized hoodie and tight leggings, as both these things were the only clean things I owned.

When we get to the full ass DMV (like there was a line outside) I get anxious and throw my hood on and pull my sleeves down, looking like a blob with legs.

When we got inside, we sat near each other, but left a seat between us as there was a jacket there that belonged to neither of us.

This dude who looks to be in his 20s just slides into the empty seat between me and my bro and starts mumbling and I’m like “what?” bc he incoherent as hell.

He gets close to talk into my ear, but even then I cant make out wtf he saying. I eventually just go “I’m good and yourself?” and say it twice.

He then goes “yea I’m single too.” to which my brain short circuits, but I thankfully feel my mouth say “no, wait, I’m not single.” Because I wasnt.

At this, I look at my brother pleadingly but hes an oblivious shit who didnt do anything just kinda glared at the dude.

This dude then makes a face at what I said and tsks and then goes on about how he knows how to treat a woman right, and “not hit her if you know what I’m sayin’” making me tense and glare at my oblivious bro some more.

Then thank god above his number was called, to which he looks distained but tells me that he’ll “be back and we’ll talk later.”

And when he left, I did the logical thing and moved seats after hitting my brother as soon as the rando was out of sight.

He didn’t come back

Spooked the fuck out of me, I was shaking so bad ugh I’m still not comfortable wearing those leggings.