Why can’t it be simple. Why can’t people just move on. What did I do to deserve this pain.
My name is Chesara. Im a 2nd Semester Freshman in College.
Im 5’0 and weigh 97 Pounds. My Breast size is 34A.
After years of low self esteem, i finally did the math. My boobs are BUILT for me. If i were a D cup as every person expects a girl to be these days, i would fall over from being top heavy. I used to buy pushup bras to make myself busty like my friends. But why lie? Why does breast size matter? Why do you need a huge bust in order to “look good”? Hey. If my boyfriend likes my boobs and thinks they’re perfect. That i’m perfect. The fuck do you think your opinion matters to me?
Someone leaving your life completely just because they can’t have you all to themselves.
How selfish could you be? I don’t want special treatment. Or constant attention. Or even hugs. But could I have my friend back? No?
Well fuck you then.
Please, continue to message me about how much pot you smoke and how you love to party. Yes. I’m totally impressed. Please excuse me while I kiss my amazing boyfriend who hates smoking as much as I do.