I'm Taelor && I'm 13 years old. I love soccer, hollister, abercrombie & fitch, summer time, hottubs, boys, flip flops, Pretty Little Liars, friends, family, wiiiiittttyyyy, the color PINK, and mannnny moore! If any of my friends saw my witty, saw my quotes, I'd bet they feel real bad for everything they've done to hurt me. But I really love life, I've never thought about suicide. AT ALL. But I've always thought that if I was skinny, my life would be perfect. Follow me ? thaanks. (:
When I get jealous.
It’s more than just a
word.
It’s a whole different kind of feeling.
I get a knot in my stomach.
I can barely even speak because I’m too hurt for
words.
I try to find other things to get my mind off of the
situation,
but I
can’t.
I replay whatever’s making me jealous
over and over in my head.
I doubt everything.
I feel like crying, but I don’t want to cry
over a
misunderstanding.
I act like I don't
care
Whenever someone says something to me,
I laugh and shrug it off.
They keep saying it and
saying it,
soon other people join in.
When you hear something enough times,
you start to believe
it.
And that tears you down.
People don’t realize, there’s only so much
I’m able to
handle..