Don’t you get it?
She doesn’t want to be friends with you.
Nobody wants to be friends with you..
Sometimes I think I was put on this Earth for the sole purpose of being alone.
Welcome to college.
Everyone is prettier, skinnier, and smarter then your miserable person.
Oh, and they all hate you.
So much for it gets better, huh?
I am really very tired of pretending to be happy.
Write me a love letter.
And maybe, she’d name her baby August, because that was the day she finally got away.