yo a los 11: quisiera ser más flaca
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i hate to admit it but I get jealous very easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody i've loved has always loved someone else and i can't seem to get over it
the saddest part of being in your teenage years with no friends is coming to the realization that these are the years you should be living and having fun, but you spend your nights alone at home checking your phone constantly hoping that someone will check up on you