my weekend now consists of being grounded for false accusations without any proof so fuck you family although I’ve caught you in a lie so if you want to think bad of me and no matter what I do to prove you wrong doesn’t work I guess I might as well embrace it. so bring on the weed and alcohol and sneaking out bitches. the old lauren is back. and I don’t care if I’m all alone.

the worst feeling in the world is when no one even notices you’re gone. realizing you’ve become the least important in your group of friends and also in your family. and coming to the conclusion that there might never be a chance to change that ever again.