
*thinks about the future for three seconds*
*has a mental breakdown that lasts three weeks*



I don’t have sob stories like all of you. I could sit here and complain how our mom liked Zuko more than me. But I don’t really care. My own mother thought I was a monster… She was right of course, but it still hurt.

I hate it when you’ve been really on edge for a while and then you have a breakdown over a little thing and everyone thinks that you’re getting super upset about not washing your hair