i’m just really sick of everything right now.

i know i have a good life. and i know that i should be SO grateful for that. and i am.

but when i’m ditched by friends so they can spend time with their boyfriends, and i can’t even trust anybody anymore with anything because they’re all big mouths, i don’t know what to do anymore.

i can’t talk about the heartache i have right now because nobody’s there, and nobody has or ever will go through what i went through. and i don’t want them to, because that was a point in my life where i seriously considered not wanting to live anymore.

i’m sick of people treating me like shit because of the music i love. who gives a flying fuck if i like the jonas brothers AND radiohead? seriously, WHO CARES?! music is food for the soul, not something that you can judge people on or rate their level of coolness.

for all of the people that have tried to bring me down, here’s a big FUCK YOU. and you know why? because frankly i don’t even give a shit anymore. i’m tired of trying to please people. keep talking shit on all my flaws cause here they are:

• i talk too much.
• i say things i shouldn’t.
• i’m too loud.
• i complain.
• i’m negative.
• i’m not as skinny as i’d like to be, even though there are people way bigger than me.
• i apparently listen to ‘shitty music’.
• i’m anosmic. (i don’t have a sense of smell)
• i’m extremely sensitive and i tear up at almost everything.
• i procrastinate.
• i say i want to be a famous singer but at this rate i never will be.
• i HATE saying i’m sorry, because half the time i’m NOT sorry.
• i overreact.
• i’m not an AWESOME singer.
• i can’t ever seem to decide on who i like.
• people hate me for things i don’t do.

well you know what? look. those are SOME of my flaws. and you know what? i don’t give a FUCK. judge me all you want. but you know what? i’m fucking PROUD of those flaws. and you know why? because they’re MINE. not YOURS. and if something’s not yours, then FUCK YOU because you don’t fucking have any right to judge something you haven’t experienced.

ex-boyfriend? FUCK YOU.

ex friends? FUCK YOU.

many of my current friends? FUCK YOU.

old me? FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. YOU.

i’m just tired of caring. and a long time ago i realized that it isn’t worth it to care about what other people think, because in a few years i won’t have to see any of those assholes ever again.

so you know what? i believe in me, and i’m perfectly fine with that. i’m done trying to compete with people, and i’m done with trying to make up some perfect person out of myself.

because guess what?

nobody’s perfect.

and neither am i.

mirrors lie. smiles hide the darkest secrets. the people that seem happiest are normally the ones that are suffering the most.

and yes, i’ve been one of those people.

i’m deciding today, that every day after today, i will wake up feeling BEAUTIFUL.

i believe in myself.

and i’m done with relying on others.

you deserve more than what you go through.

nobody deserves to be treated like shit.

set an alarm at a random time during the day and have it remind you that you’re beautiful.

because you ARE.

(Source: wakeupbeautifultoday)

+ 2 notes ♡

amouremeline:

f is for friends who dont talk to you

u is for ur alone

n is for never having any plans at all, all i do is sit at home 

(via untilwecollide)

+ 76,988 notes ♡