He looks like he’d be very comfortable to hug. 10/10 magnificent

ry, you’re an awesome person. even though we don’t talk much i can tell that you’re an absolute joy to your friends and the people you love.
It’s rough, feeling like shit and not knowing how to fix it and the only way it feels like you can make it better is by making something else worse.
no matter how hard it gets, take care of yourself. because even if you don’t love yourself, someone else does. even if it doesn’t seem like it.

you’ll get through this

[i apologize if anything said in that paragraph seems rude or backhanded in some way, i’m not the best with words.]

i know nobody cares enough to read this, but too bad. i need to get it off my chest.
It’s stupid. i’m just- stressed. everything’s built up, and i’m tired from last week. music camp.

I come home, and my grandparents are here, making the chicken coop [which i didnt know at the time] and though tired, sweaty, disorented [i woke up like literally 1 minute ago from a nap] me and my messy haired self were forced to say hi. i took that literally and only said hi. i was then called ‘rude.’ i’m tired. i didnt get like- any sleep last night because a dog was barking next door in the hotel the whole night [though it’ not its fault. the dog was by itself and hungry. the hotel was working to feed the dog and find the owner when we left.]

i go inside, and my mom ‘cleaned’ my room for me. my bed doesn’t even look like my bed anymore. different sheets, books are on the wrong shelves- shitass fucking job. i’m tired, and im trying to fix my bed. she opens the door, and i say
“sorry- i’m trying to fix my bed-”
snd she goes on about how she was thinking my aunt might sleep over to take care of the dog so she changed the sheets. whatever- so she tries to help me, and i [tired, ‘i just want to do it myself because i know you don’t know how i like my bed’ me,] go
“no- sorry- uh- i can do it myself…”

and then she says

“And now you’re being rude to ME.” and i’m like

“sorry- i’m- tired- being a bad daughter-”

and she left. later she comes in when i’m trying to clean up and is like

“do you want burgers or pizza?”
this is how the following conversation went. [m] is my mother and [:] is me

: "Sorry- pizza, please. But- uh- if you don’t have pizza, i can have a burger.

[M]: “Why are you crying-?”

: “Because i’m tired, and i’m being a bad daughter.”]

And then my mom hugs me. for a really long time. and i’m- VERY- uncomfortable, to say the least. i just bite the inside of my lip really hard [it’s a wonder i wasn’t bleeding], close my eyes, and hope it finished soon.

[M}: “Let’s start over. Hi.”

[M]: “I’m tired. You’re tired. Let’s both eat pizza together. What do you want?”

: “uh- just- plain pizza from [pizza place 1].”

[M]: “that’s boring. Plain?”

: “Uh- sorry, i can have something less boring?”]

[M]: “no, that’s what you want.”]

: "I’ll have- chicken bacon ranch pizza from [pizza place 2]. Less boring.]

[M]: “Do you want chicken bacon ranch?”}

: “No, but it’s less boring. i mean- the pizza’s good. so i’ll have tgat.”]

then my mom leaves.

notice how i make sure that i state SHE’S the victim and i’m the bad daughter? i do that before she does something similar on her end. because as we all know, my mom’s a narc.

i know who you are

i know nobody cares enough to read this, but too bad. i need to get it off my chest.
It’s stupid. i’m just- stressed. everything’s built up, and i’m tired from last week. music camp.

I come home, and my grandparents are here, making the chicken coop [which i didnt know at the time] and though tired, sweaty, disorented [i woke up like literally 1 minute ago from a nap] me and my messy haired self were forced to say hi. i took that literally and only said hi. i was then called ‘rude.’ i’m tired. i didnt get like- any sleep last night because a dog was barking next door in the hotel the whole night [though it’ not its fault. the dog was by itself and hungry. the hotel was working to feed the dog and find the owner when we left.]

i go inside, and my mom ‘cleaned’ my room for me. my bed doesn’t even look like my bed anymore. different sheets, books are on the wrong shelves- shitass fucking job. i’m tired, and im trying to fix my bed. she opens the door, and i say
“sorry- i’m trying to fix my bed-”
snd she goes on about how she was thinking my aunt might sleep over to take care of the dog so she changed the sheets. whatever- so she tries to help me, and i [tired, ‘i just want to do it myself because i know you don’t know how i like my bed’ me,] go
“no- sorry- uh- i can do it myself…”

and then she says

“And now you’re being rude to ME.” and i’m like

“sorry- i’m- tired- being a bad daughter-”

and she left. later she comes in when i’m trying to clean up and is like

“do you want burgers or pizza?”
this is how the following conversation went. [m] is my mother and [:] is me

: "Sorry- pizza, please. But- uh- if you don’t have pizza, i can have a burger.

[M]: “Why are you crying-?”

: “Because i’m tired, and i’m being a bad daughter.”]

And then my mom hugs me. for a really long time. and i’m- VERY- uncomfortable, to say the least. i just bite the inside of my lip really hard [it’s a wonder i wasn’t bleeding], close my eyes, and hope it finished soon.

[M}: “Let’s start over. Hi.”

[M]: “I’m tired. You’re tired. Let’s both eat pizza together. What do you want?”

: “uh- just- plain pizza from [pizza place 1].”

[M]: “that’s boring. Plain?”

: “Uh- sorry, i can have something less boring?”]

[M]: “no, that’s what you want.”]

: "I’ll have- chicken bacon ranch pizza from [pizza place 2]. Less boring.]

[M]: “Do you want chicken bacon ranch?”}

: “No, but it’s less boring. i mean- the pizza’s good. so i’ll have tgat.”]

then my mom leaves.

notice how i make sure that i state SHE’S the victim and i’m the bad daughter? i do that before she does something similar on her end. because as we all know, my mom’s a narc.

don’t

Blake FUZION. I LOVE FUZION. HES SO SILLY

ry, you’re an awesome person. even though we don’t talk much i can tell that you’re an absolute joy to your friends and the people you love.
It’s rough, feeling like shit and not knowing how to fix it and the only way it feels like you can make it better is by making something else worse.
no matter how hard it gets, take care of yourself. because even if you don’t love yourself, someone else does. even if it doesn’t seem like it.

you’ll get through this

[i apologize if anything said in that paragraph seems rude or backhanded in some way, i’m not the best with words.]

heh… first concert in a while… kinda nervous… >///<

i’m an ambassador at my dance now. that’s basically like the top hos, the best of the best. hello? im so skibidee.

man, imagine being that old. [/j]

happy birthday! :3 next year you’ll be able to drive >:3

aw, jeez… throwing up sucks. I’m sorry to hear that you’re going through that, and i really do hope you feel better eventually.
if isn’t as strong as it was a few years ago, could it possibly have gotten worse from stress? from what i’ve seen, sometimes when someone’s really stressed their medical conditions can flare up.

feel better soon!

i have this friend who i’ll call… mark. he’s chill, yeah. but he’s friends with this kid who i’ll call joe.

joe is… a lot. he’ll hump playground equipment, moan, eat food, spit it out, then put it back in his mouth…

today, mark and joe were going to walk to marks house to get his swimsuit. mark asked if i wanted to come and i said sure.

on the way back i was walking in the front bc mark and joe both walk so fucking slow i cant and like halfway back joe starts making clapping noises with his hand and going ‘GYYAATTTTTTTT’. i cant make this shit up bruh. i told him a few times to stop and he didnt

at the pool i was dipping my feet in and he kept making jokes saying he was going to ‘lick my toes’ and putting his mouth dangerously close to my feet in the water, and following me every time i moved.

i do not like men