outtake from my look book shoot today 🎱
My boyfriend unexpectedly invited over 5 of his friends (two of which I hardly even know) to our house and when I told him “I might just leave and hang out with someone else,” he says “you know we have an upstairs.”
I’ll just lock myself in my room in my own house while you have a fucking party since I guess I can’t go out with my friends.
But I give so many it’s not even funny.
Like seriously. I get a homework assignment and I act like I’m tough shit and I wait until the last minute and I pretend that it’s no biggie, but on the inside I’m crying because omg I can’t fail.
And then I post my opinion on twitter that contradicts a friends opinion on facebook and I’m like who cares if they see big fucking deal. And then they actually see and get mad at me and I’m like trying to apologize because I don’t want to lose a friend.
Or It’s almost time to go to work and I’m just like fuck this I’m not going and I’m going to fucking quit because fuck this shit. But then I’m like fuck I need to be there in 5 gotta get dressed because I fucking need money.
I press the snooze button in the morning because I’m like okay I’ll be a little late to class who cares. And then I realize that if I walk in late everyone will just stare at me and the teacher will think I’m a disappointment and omg I need to fucking go now before I humiliate myself.
I JUST CARE SO MUCH AND I’M SORRY