I can’t sleep tonight, and it’s my fault. Im having issues with my self. As in, the extra parts of myself. As in, I’m fat. Bitching about it does literally nothing for anyone, because it’s my fault I’m 30 odd pounds overweight. I ne’er talk about this problem because nobody likes the kid who complains that he’s fat. Hell, the only reason I’ll post it to tumblr is because I know less people will see it, and I need to get it out in a way more permanent than talking to myself. I had a great fucking day in Santa Cruz today, found a great fucking shirt, bought the fucker and I CAN’T WEAR IT BECAUSE FUCK LOVE HANDLES. Ended up insulting myself in the mirror again, and that’s just healthy as fuck. FUCK, et cetera. And fuck again, because swearing alleviates my emotional pain. That’s my excuse, at least.
Even if I wasn’t fat, I’d probably find some other bullshit to hate myself about. Not tall enough, less than stellar face, list goes on.
All this crap stems from the school beach day I have coming up, and I wish for once I was the guy that looks better with his shirt off.
Fuck food for tasting so fucking good, fuck.
FUCK!
reblogging again beacuse i don’t care
HE’S GAINING ON YOU
I DONT UNDERSTAND
THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER
i seriOUSLY CANT STOP SINGING THIS
I’M SCARED.
I dont even understand why..?
