This is like my favorite movie, ever.
You have no idea what I’m going through; you have no right to say anything about me.
I ruin everything. I’m sorry.
I need to start over. I need someone, anyone.
*what makes you beautiful comes on radio
My mom: oh god
Me: *smiles and looks up suddenly
My mom: omg
Me: YOU'RE INSECURE...DON'T KNOW WHATFOR
