everyone else tells me my haircut makes me look older but Myles tells me “awe wook at the little baby. just like 6th grade!”
bitch my hair wasn’t this short in 6th grade and you know it
one of my new coworkers overheard me and my other coworker talking about him and her teasing me like a child that I like him (which I don’t) and me telling her that he is not my type plus he has a girlfriend and later in the night when it was just the two of us he asked me why he wasn’t my type oh god I didn’t know what to do
so I dropped everything (literally) and just walked away
im so awkward
every other girl in the world: OMG! Awkward is on tonight! Yay! Love this show!
me: OMG! Sons of Anarchy is on tonight! Yay! Love this show!
do you ever reblog something with your friends in mind like “ooh bitch you gone like this”
there is this one kid at my school I’ve talked to for about .00000000000000000003 seconds but I hate him more than anyone else in the world
i think me and my friend piss people from school off with our constant dylan o’brien fangirling on twitter over the smallest things
am I the only teenager who can tell my parents everything like who I like or where I’m going out with my friends without a problem or
I think it’s bullshit that I have to wait upstairs while my food gets cold and let my dad finish before I can eat my food
a quick sneeze came that I didn’t know was going go come and I sneezed all over my boobs
I’m disgusted with myself
STAHP YOURE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME STAHP STAHP