January 2011
If I sleep to much, my parents complain.
If I don’t get enough sleep, my parents complain.
If I eat too much, my parents complain.
If I don’t eat enough, my parents complain.
If I’m always in my room, my parents complain.
If I go out too much, my parents complain.
I CAN’T FUCKING WIN.
this.
Reblog if you wish cancer didn't exist.
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How I imagine myself when I first start driving.
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