I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.
this girl i know keeps her journal in her backpack bc she doesn’t trust it at home with her mom and i think that is the opposite of what parenting should be
my teachers took my journal from my backpack, read it, then made me talk to them about what I wrote before confiscating it and calling my parents. don’t let her take it to school
moral of the story: your journal is not completely safe unless you eat it but even then maybe not
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Things I Should Be Doing
- so many
Things I Am Not Currently Doing
- any of that
So i have this giant pencil right
I think we all know where this is going.
the amount of people saying that they were expecting me to shove it up my ass is alarming