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Main trigger to me crying = yelling.
Seriously, someone could be screaming that I was the best person in the world and I’d begin to tear up. I hate yelling. Always have, always will. Hopefully by the time I have children, someone will invent remote controls for kids so that I can turn their volumes down before I go psycho.

aha thanks :) you have a nice day too. 

Awe. Aha thanks?
I adore you as well :P

The awkwardness when you’re hanging with a couple…

I say a prayer with every heartbeat,
I fall in love whenever we meet.

I’m never going to get married because of how I eat.
I have dozens of food phobias and a minor case of orthorexia.  Even dining out with family or going to large events is stressful enough. Lol, who the hell would deal with my mess of meal plans and calorie-consciousness… gosh, I feel sorry for my future children. Ahaha, they won’t even know what a hot dog is until they have friends if they even have any. Jk, I wouldn’t do that and ruin their childhood lol. Separate and altered meals it is.  

Can’t miss something you never had.
It’s pathetic trying to explain it to people because you realize how much your many words don’t match up to your lack of action. But you’ve just attached to yourself to this idea; a perfect combination of good history as a stable foundation and all of your fixed fantasies. It’s unrealistic. It somehow keeps you going. And you know how to stop… yet you simply don’t. Attachment, ladies and gents. 

I would just like to announce to the world (well, the random one person that will read this and ignore it) that I officially have more than the Canadian universities average annual tuition… 100% worked for. 16 years old and it’s so difficult to continue adding onto it instead of blowing it on food and clothes.

So all you trust-fund kids can gtfo.

In my eyes, people will always have more than me.
There’s not a day that I won’t run into someone that has something that I don’t… but want. Anything. I mean, it could be a sweater, physical feature or size, experience, adorable relationship, or even a personality attribute. The hardest part isn’t feeling bad for myself… it’s simply acceptance. Just accepting that regardless of how much I deserve some things, I can’t have them. And some things just aren’t “me”. It’s definitely not easy though.