Shoutouts to all the bisexual people whose parents are secretly hoping they’ll settle down in a heterosexual relationship and get married and have biological children.
shoutout to the pan people who have no idea how to even come out to their parents
Shoutout to all the asexual people with parents that think they’re just not ready for sex yet.
Getting yelled at by Kevin’s girlfriend turned into us shit talking him and telling each other we both deserve better. She literally just talked me out of suicide.
He made his girlfriend text to me to tell me to leave him alone. When I already told him I was done. And basically told him I was going to kill myself so no one had to deal with my problems anymore. So now I’m really all set. Bye guys, I’m peacing out.
Kevin said I have problems and told me to shut the fuck up when I tried to express sadness that he moved on and is dating someone else. I don’t wen deserve to be alive. I cant even count how many people have told me I have issues and I’m crazy lately. I thought I was doing better. I was wrong. I’m falling apart and I can’t do it anymore. I deserve to be dead. I can’t handle this. I have to much happening. I need to just be dead.
I had a dream that kris came back to NECC. I was on my way out of the building and I looked up and behind the glass doors, there he was. So naturally, in my dream, I turned right around and went the other way. We ended up talking at one point (we had the same friends in high school and they’re all at NECC with me now). He basically told me he was done taking my shit. I do t really remember. It was so strange. I just want to go back to sleep.
There was no point in going to my history class, I literally slept for 50 minutes. At least I get credit for showing up. I’m never working a double on a school night again.
I picked up this cool special effect makeup book and thought I should scanned some of the cool stuff in it. Sorry if you can’t read the text. just let me know and I can just type out what it say.
A girl in Starbucks just asked if this is my natural hair color. I looked at her and said “Yes. My hair is absolutely purple in real life.” She looked like she didn’t get it as walked away. Dumb little bitch. She was like 12.
Oh you only know me when I’m with your buddy. That’s cute.
This time last year Nick was helping me move into Salem state for my sophomore year. I feel like I’m dying. My heart hurts when I think about you. I still miss you so much, every day, more and more. I still roll over and expect you to be there in bed with me. Every time I drink a cup of coffee I want to share it with you. The sunrise will never be the same since I can’t wake you up at 4 am to make you watch it with me. I loved you. I loved you so much. I still do and oh my god I do not think I can ever love someone again.
I started off mad at one thing and now I’m mad at everything. I’m so pissed off. I feel the sting of every person that has ever wronged me all over again. My dad, my brother, Nick, everything is just making me cry.
I am so angry. Do not talk to me. I am going to murder someone.