1. My fat wasn’t spilling over the side. fashion is in the eye of the beholder.

2. I’m not saying that time equals talent. I’m stating, that the dance team was not my kind of dance. Obviously I would have put more effort into it and made sure that I didn’t miss 13 practices. So don’t tell me that they can dance circles around me, because you don’t fucking know what I’m capable of.

3. I’m calling you a coward because you have yet to tell me your name. Even though you obviously know me, since my “posts show up on your facebook newsfeed.” That means you are a facebook friend of mine, because my posts are private to people who are not. So you are a coward not because you have the creative thought to create a place to keep your thoughts, like a tumblr. You are a coward because you won’t tell me who you are and decide to hide behind a silhouette.

Wimp