I’m surround by people who are supposed to guided me and some of them have and others haven’t. They pressure me. There’s so much pressure.You gotta be sexy, cute, you gotta be nice, you gotta be all these things. They tell me what to wear, how to look, what I should say, how I should be. Until recently, I had given into that pressure. I lost sight of who I was. I listened to opinions of people and I tried to change who I am because I thought that others would accept me for it. And I realized that I don’t know how to be anything but myself.
Just in case no one told you today:
- Good morning
- You’re beautiful
- I love you
- Nice butt
But Justin’s gotten so much healthier. He’s gained weight, his shoulders and chest have broadened, he grew proper muscles, he has cheeks you wanna pinch to death, he doesn’t have bags under his eyes anymore but most of all he’s happy. I can’t ask for anything else
when justin did the dougie and everyone thought it was the hottest thing in existence
You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.
this picture most likely describes how it is like to be a justin bieber fan