i got a jar of dirt, i got a jar of dirt, and guess what’s inside it!!
one of my favorite movies ever. and this is one of the best parts in it :P
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i really don’t understand sometimes. i fucking don’t understand. everytime i try to get out of my comfort zone, someone has to go and make it worse. it’s bad enough for someone to tell me to go kill myself when i already feel self-conscious about myself. i just hate it. what if i just disappeared and never came back?? would people miss me then?? my answer, probably not. it just sucks. i just feel like sometimes that i’m not pretty enough or good enough to anyone that i like. maybe that’s true. i think i’ll just forget about liking boys in general. why?? because there is no one; i repeat, no one that likes me for who i am. and there never will be. there never will be.
