i don't smile because i hate my teeth. i wear hoodies because i'm uncomfortable with my body. i listen to music so i can just escape. i laugh at the wrong times. i eat because i'm hungry. i cry because i'm hurt. i hate taking pictures because i'm ugly compared to my friends. i wear my bangs in my face because i have pimples. i don't hang out because i'm ashamed of myself. i don't talk to certain people because they've put me down. maybe if you understood why i do the things i do; you would quit asking. not my format
THE EPIC DAY WHEN WE FINALLY FIND OUT; "who let the dogs out?" "what would you do for a klondike bar?" "how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?"