Light in August.

Am I really so unattractive that people dislike me? Why can’t I just be pretty? Why can’t people just stop feeding on my self-confidence? Why am I so alone everywhere I go?
Why can’t my emotional efforts be enough for anyone?
If I were pretty, I’d never have to feel like this.

I’m a little sea monster.

I love when my boyfriend promises me sex after his lacrosse games. He’s an animal after he gets off the field.

Date an athlete. That’s all I have to say.

I never use tumblr anymore,

but I want to keep it because I want to look at it in a few years or so to see who I was in high school.

College is a whole new thing.

You don’t understand how much it hurts me to see you hurt this much.
You have no idea how much I care.
I will always stand by you. That’s a promise.

Last night

I experienced alcohol poisoning.

I’m very lucky to be alive today.

I have some very good friends.

I never want to touch alcohol ever again.

I wish the sun would come out.

I hope everything is okay.

(via sound3ffectzandoverdramatics)

Busted for drinking in the dorms.

I have a meeting with the director of student life on Monday.

Is it sad that I’m more afraid of getting in trouble with my mom for under age drinking than I am of the school kicking me out for under age drinking?