Just because you're mad at someone doesn't mean you can be mad at me too. I'm not a trash bin that you can dump all your hatred and frustrations so get a grip.

What hurts the most is seeing the person you love, love someone else.

I cut my hair. All of my hair. I didn't like it. I loathe it. Crap.

If you think taking my phone will be for my benefit then your absolutely wrong. It will just lead me to think too much then be paranoid as crap then lose all my confidence and see how shitty I am as a person. So don't you dare think that this little piece of device is hindering me to study well because truth is, it helps me. It helps me break away from this mad and crazy world. It helps me. It helps me.

"Leave me alone because it's my own body"

well I could say the same..

I envy my little cousin for confessing his feelings to his mom. He had enough courage to tell her that he was hurt. I mean, I'm a sixteen-year old girl but when will I be brave enough?