I try to hide my face in every way possible but school fucks me over and says I have to show it and get over it
I’ve come to terms with how I look it doesn’t mean I’m happy. It means in my dreams I can still fantasize me looking like a pretty girl ill never be. I might look happy because I’m reaching for what I want to be but if a lean any more I’ll fall on my face like a failure. My fans lit thinks I’m the happy kid that says all the jokes not knowing that I self harm. My mom took this picture to prove how happy I was. But little did she know that the smile I wore that day lead to a cut on my wrist the other….
Ouchie!!! I hate trying to stop a softball by sliding my leg out getting cut by the sand not injured by the ball!!!!! FML
