Follower: I love your blog!
Me (in my head): Oh my God oh my God someone actually likes me! Oh my God I hope they're not messing with me this is the coolest thing EVER We will roll down hills and ride unicorns and bake cakeballs we will ship our unicorns together and then we will fangirl into oblivion! Oh my God oh my God this is not a drill, I repeat, this is NOT a drill! AHHHHH ASDFGHJKL
Me (on keyboard): Thank you darling, I love you too :)

Sometimes I just have those days that I don’t want to be alive. Not necessarily die or kill myself, but maybe just sleep for a year or two until everything is figured out and I can stop feeling like this. I’m just lost, and sad, and confused, and I don’t know if anyone understands that. I just want to take a break from it all for a while.

last day of school other people: OMG im gonna miss all of you so much :')
me: adios bitchachos

paranoia: lol everyone thinks you're boring and ugly haha someones talking about you right now omg your friends don't even like you that much they just pretend because they don't wanna sound mean but really you bore them and are so awkward no one can even bear to talk to you and everyone thinks you're weird because you actually are haha you're gonna die alone

Oh I see you unfollowed me

well looks like you just lost the best thing that ever happened to your dash

I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.

When I prove someone wrong…

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