me when other people need help: that’s so normal girl. that’s so understandable. nothing to be embarrassed about
me when i need help: i need to be killed.
when someone tries to tell me abt wattpad, but i was on it before there was a premium option, it had no ads, authors posted new chapters at 3am, the comment section was easily pushing 100+ under an hr, mafia troupes were taking over rankings, & 1D was buying me every other story
i accidentally bought a ariana grande boston ticket on the same day i'm supposed to get married & they cost me $1,000 (plane & ticket, hotel). if anyone wants to go take my place for FREE it's going to be at the st. marys church his name is alex he's 6’4 super nice guy