girls are not made of sugar spice and everything nice girls are made of carbon atoms and lies
My self esteem is like, a shit ground zero right now. My anxiety is pumping. It’s not even 10AM yet. So I ducked outside for a quick smoke, and was feeling great again, when I dropped my bubbler and it broke in two pieces. Precious, sweetest Black Dahlia. I’m so mad at my clumsiness.