the miserable life of a miserable teenager

tw not in the mood



My mom went through it too, said it’s a control thing. I can’t control the fuck up my face is.

So, I starve myself. If I had the perfect body, you wouldn’t care, right?

Wouldn’t care about my ugly face, bad mood, hyper personality, about me. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Sure, it hurts some days, but usually it’s natural. Just not hungry.

All the wishes that I could eat less, granted.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“It’ll never be enough.”

Oh. I get it now.

That’s the thing about irony though,

Always hits you when you’re,

not in the mood.


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