if you ever think my shorts are “too short” i want you to consider the following
- they are called “shorts”
- i look great
You didn’t teach me how to love, you taught me to hate. Maybe if I was good enough for you I wouldn’t be here debating if I should try and cut you out of my body with a sharp object. I now hate my eyes because they haven’t stopped crying. You’ve made them weak. You made me weak. I won’t even try to explain how much you’ve made me hate my body just because you once touched it. I remember how you said you loved my smile. You didn’t love it enough to stay, did you? Just please know no one including myself have seen that smile since you saw my message and broke my heart.
im ok w spending $40 on food but wont buy a $40 shirt