my mom finally confronted me about cutting and made me show her my scars and them the rest of the night sucked and I wanna cry and go back to Boston I hate being home
I need to be thinner and prettier and nicer and less depressed because I suck
im cracking up thinking about harry out clubbing and someone comes up to him as he does the sprinkler on the dance floor and is like “hey, you’re not a good dancer” and it just haunts him and he can’t sleep and eventually at 4am he gets so frustrated that he tweets the comment that caused him to reevaluate his life
