Anna. 16 year old mom. I re-blog things that I can relate to or that I find visually appealing. I rant, post about my son, and my life. I'm a pretty nice person most of the time. Yeah, uh, well. That's it.
Sweet boy.
Facebook.
My face.
Theme Urban, by Max davis.
can’t breathe. OMG
27 more days and I’ll be on my way to Ohio.
I feel fucking disgusting.
My body is so flabby and gross and I just can’t even stand it anymore. I try to be confident, but it’s just getting harder and harder. I can never feel attractive and confident around anyone anymore, least of all Travis. I hate it.
I’m so tired and I’m in such an awful mood.
I hate this. I really do. I still don’t even know what’s going on I just still have that sinking feeling. I still feel like everything I get told is a lie. I still feel alone. I still feel just so, I don’t even know. I can’t stand it. I want it to end. I’d be able to fix it if I knew why I’m feeling this way.
I really just feel going away and not coming home for a while.
Everything that’s been on my mind lately is just starting to envelope me.
Today was just really bad. I just wanna curl up and sleep. Ugh.
