i’m not perfect, and never will be. Im not the girl with the perfect hair, smile, skin, body or anything. Im never good enough, i wish i was. I wish the boy i liked would like me back, just for once. Im jealous of the girls that can get anything they want without even trying.. I’ve never been fully happy with myself. As soon as something starts to work out, or go good for me, something...
If you love your Dad reblog this. If not he dies...
can’t risk it