I want to see my own funeral.



I want to see who will be crying, and who will be there.

But more than anything, I just want to see who cares.

I've noticed that whenever a girl (or boy) kills themself, mounds of people are suddenly saying, "It's a shame, they were so beautiful."



Here's an idea: Tell them that while they're still alive.

Then maybe they'll stick around to hear it.

My Health class was watching a video about anorexia.



When the plus size models came on, all the boys went "ewww."

And you wonder why girls starve themselves.

The truth is, I'm not mad at you.



I just hate the fact that every time your name lights up on my phone, I fall for you a little bit harder.

And every time my name lights up on your phone...
well, I'm just another girl you talk to.

I'm not afraid of heights, I'm afraid of falling.



I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of what's in it.

I'm not afraid of love.

I'm afraid of not being loved back.