Before I was ever born, the world was out to get me. Doctors said I would have Down’s syndrome, and my mother couldn’t take care or me the way I needed because she was 43. They wanted her to abort me. She didn’t give up. She’s my inspiration every day, and she’s always believed in me. Doctors were wrong. My dad has been wrong, my “friends” have been wrong. I’m stronger than you give me credit for, and I’ve proven that. So world, why don’t you give up…because I’m not backing down.
One minute you are the leader of her hate club. The next your bffs, friends with her bffs, and are exchanging clothes at weekend bonfires and house parties. How did that happen!?
Doesn’t anyone post happy stuff!? It’s always poor poor pitiful me.
When you say “oh I don’t like him like that” then stand and talk to him for 35 mins laughing at all his jokes…bitch you like him. Fuck him already