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I am so happy right now
..I don’t even know what to say.
:)
This is it. This is the last of posts I will make about you, my last attempt at regaining contact with you.
I am so tired of struggling so much because of you. It’s my damn senior year and I can’t even enjoy it!
But you know what? I leave for senior week in 8 days. For an entire week, I’m going to forget you ever existed. I’m going to have a good time and not cry and think about killing myself. I won’t think about you when I hear a sad song. I won’t think about you when I look out at the ocean. I won’t think about what you’re doing, where you are, how you are, if you miss me. I won’t. I’ve got 8 days to program my head to stop thinking about you, and for fucks sake I’m going to do it.
I check my tracker every day. Your IP is almost always there. I know you read my posts.
I’m telling you, if I don’t hear from you by tomorrow night, I will never speak about you again. & I’m not talking leaving an anonymous or non-anonymous message in my inbox. I’m talking phone call sort of thing.
I’m dead serious about this. Don’t test me.
410-708-6154.
Goodnight.
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I just went through your blog and I can’t stop crying. Please don’t be like me. You’re so much better than the battles you’re fighting with yourself.
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I think you’re absolutely fucking beautiful & I’d kill to look like you. You’re perfect.
I’m lucky to even have you as a friend, much less my best.
aodfnldsfds PLEASE don’t hurt yourself anymore )’:
I can’t stop crying tonight and I hate this feeling. I can’t do anything right
I love the Altador Cup but I’m so bad at the games :(
nfslkdnflsd
TEAM MOLTARA
Eating Taco Bell, listening to Mayday Parade, and texting my lovely all with my best friend.
Tonight is lovely :)
My second finished tattoo. :3
I’m a perfect example of depression and anxiety manifesting itself into a physical form of pain
I don’t know what to do, it hurts to stand up, lay down, sit, shower, go to the bathroom, type
Every movement I make I want to cry
prom hair!
We’ve got these neighbors that are nudists and walk around their backyard all the time naked (the windows in the front of our house overlook their backyard and we’ve saw them on multiple occasions). I said something about wanting to know them more and my Dad asked why, you do know their nudists right?
I said yeah, I know. He explained to me why he thinks it’s gross and everything.
I told him, we were born naked. It’s natural and there’s nothing wrong with it. He said, well there are just some people I don’t want to see out of their clothes. I can hardly stand them in them! & he goes telling this story about this 400 pound lady he saw today at ez quick.
I basically said that he had no right to judge that woman for her physical appearance. & that he wasn’t perfect, either. I don’t care what people look like under their clothes, that doesn’t show their value as a person. If you want to be naked, more power to you. I don’t care what body type you have, if you have stretch marks, acne, rolls, or you’re skinny as a stick. Everybody enjoys being naked, so do it! Being nude should not be frowned upon and categorized as something sexual.
He changed the subject pretty quickly, lol.
guys guys guys
second tattoo appointment next thursday at 6
WHOO! :D
