: Your letter to yourself is compleatly on point. And add, "why am I such a bitch". That would make it perfect.
: do you and alvin check each others phone
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
Ernest Hemingway (via fuckinq)
(Source: elliptical, via rhythm-of-time)
: dear me
why are you so fat. lose some fucking weight, its so fucking gross. why can’t you be more attractive and photogenic. stop laying in bed all day & going on your phone 24/7. raise your grades up, what the fuck is happening to your gpa. why are you always so depressed, why don’t you try looking on the bright side. is your life getting any worse because it seems like it is. you’re such a terrible person why are you even still alive.
I hate being told what to do.
: i hate seeing alvin doped up on sleeping pills, please help him stop... ):