It’s sad to think that behind closed doors— in the shower, in your bedroom, or if you’re just alone, you can spend hours crying your absolute heart out and let out all the sad feelings you’ve been feeling inside
and no one will ever know. No one will ever know that you’re secretly slowly breaking inside.
You can always be thinner.. look better.
Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.