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where are we, what the hell is going on.
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alright. just tell me what’s up.
me: Hi lover
him: I’m skyping
me: Wooooah badass add me!
him: Nopeeeee
me: You want to i knoooooww
him: N im busy
me: No your not.
okay, im done with my rant. re-writtten maybe 8 times, now i am done.
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what i think about, completely
i think about what james might be thinking about. i just want to know if he thinks im annoying. JAMES, IT’S TOTALLY FUCKING OKAY IF YOU TEXT ME 24 FUCKING 7 UGH PLEASE.
this kid in my science do you like me… cause i totally dont like you! i think your an awesome guy and your cool n shit but i hope you know we’re just bro’s.
i have no clothes that i ever want to wear. im becoming more sad of my body. people at dance always joke “ooo layla you have the perfect boddddy.. lmfao” and im like “ahahahahhaha stfuuuu” but, like, its not fucking funny at all. its cause they know i can take it, im not self-conscious about my body at all. i have always loved it. but lately my rib cage seem to grow bigger and protrudes from my body more, i have a little stomach, my belly-button gets smaller, i have more arm-to-tit fat, and i only look good when i move my body in the mirror that hides my muscular, bony hip bones and my huge ribcage. and i cant help it; i cant gain weight.. what would that really do? i cant lose weight; that will have the opposite effect.
i want a macbook so so so so so fucking fuucking bad.
i want a smaller ribcage to put belts over, and wear tight clothes, or loose shirts where my ribs dont pop out. and i wish my arms were juicier, less lanky and long and white. i wish i tanned naturally- not that i wish i were naturally tanned… which i do… but i wish i didnt burn. i want a new house, and i want the colour to be brighter and our furniture to be beautiful and i dont want my fucking family always seeing what im doing and telling me its wrong or i have work to do. fuck off. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
i want to live with baby
i want to hang out with james on the weekend or the day after school when im not busy and i want him to say “WALK WITH ME TODAY BAAAABY PLEEEEEEAASE!!” instead of “cant walk”
fuck
:(
i wish my hair was longer and it matched everything i wore. i wish i could wear high waisted jeans and dresses to school everyday and it would be nothing. or high buns and pony tails. and PERFECT SKIN. please.
i think about james. he’s too smart. this is a heart breaking.
i think about baby more often. how beautiful she is and how much i hate everyone else when i think of her because no one is like her. she’s just perfect and i feel awesome when im with her and i looooooove beeeeeing wiiiiiiiiiithh herrrrrrrrr.
i really really wish i were more flexible. and i wish i had an acro solo. it brings tears every time i think of that. my dream, my whole life: to be on stage alone. all eyes on me. doing something i am amazing at. just imaagine an acro solo!! i would shine!! OH MY GOD.
if only my ribs weren’t so big. i would have a lot more love for everything. ive never in my life met any girl with the same problem. other girls can lose weight, thats it. they need to stop talking about how they fucking hate their bodies and just lose weight. its so easy just go work out and diet. me? i can get some ribs removed.
wait, no. i can’t. that wouldn’t work. fuck this oh my god.
