I'm Becca. 18. I am definitely not your average person. 
Graduation tonightttt <3
It’s finally here!
Now I’m just trying to find ways to pass the time.
Lol. (:
I don’t want to go to workkkkkkkkkkkkkk. ):
I don’t feel good at all. My voice has been gone for half of the day, and now that it’s back it’s just going to go away after work. -.-
WHy can’t those old people just go feed them damn selves. Wah.
Why does no one in my fucking family understand that when they put fucking pressure on me I shut down. They need to leave me the fuck alone. I’m about to fucking explode and it’s not going to be fucking pretty.
i don’t even care if my dads coming home tonight and it ruins everything. I’M SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS.
I dyed my hair last night.
Today, this kid in one of my classes asked me what I did to my hair.
I told him I dyed it obviously.
Then he asked, “Why? Why did you do that. You look less attractive now.”
Then walked away. I made it like it didn’t bother me. Told him that it didn’t matter because I did it for ME not him.
but it did bother me. Like way to boost my self esteem when it’s already so low.
Like, if you don’t like it, I don’t care if you tell me. That’s your opinion and I respect that, but don’t do it in a douche way.
Reblog this if you hate your appearance, have self harmed, attempted suicide, have anxiety or have been bullied. Then check your inbox.
(Source: purepalms, via dontst0pmenow)
