I can’t believe I’m posting this. This is my sixth grade photo. I was about 11. And I thought I was cool. Like I used to hang with that one popular girl who I was best friends with since kindergarten. Then I found out sometime in February of that year she wasn’t a friend at all. Just another bitch. Ever since this photo was taken, I swear this is the ONLY GOOD photo I took for school. But now I look at it and it isn’t. I’m actually holding my retainer in my hand. My mom did my hair. And that was my favorite top at the time. I hated myself even then. I don’t understand why I haven’t changed like everyone else did. I still think about every person or thing they have done to me or even said. Some still hurt. I honestly still wish I could go back and tell myself not to eat or to become pretty and maybe, just maybe I would be a lot better than I am now. But I can’t. And I hate everyday because of it.
Why do I get weird people following me? Like for real? And how do they find me? #scared #stalkers
An Obama Chia pet! I want! I need! Ahahahahaha(: I went to Pismo this weekend! Amazing! But I got burnt. And I didn’t get in the water this time. I don’t know why. I’m gonna take a shower, and put on some aloe! Text me!
Just @macbarbie07 @bethanynoelm on my Facebook. Just chillin like a villain .
Q: Why do nuclear reactions release so much more energy than chemical reactions?
A: The forces are stronger and keep the electrons from escaping like Tom Cruise and Kate.
I’m a genius in Chemistry
When my parents rip away my blankets in the morning:
(Source: thepakman, via takeariskatlove)
