There
Are
Five
Fucking
Days
Left
Until
I
Turn
Seventeen.
Five days and I still don't have plans. I've given up. Even if I did plan something nobody would show up like they did when I was fifteen. Assholes.
I think from now on, every birthday where I'm not in school I'm going to stay in my room alone. This year I will be in school but as soon as I get back I'm gonna lie in bed and cry. Or try not to Cuz the walls in this house are thin. When I'm out on my own I'm not going to work on September 21st. Ever. Except for writing. The only people you have to see when you're writing are fake ones. Real friends are imaginary.
One of the ppl I follow on tumblr, Aph-Sealand had their birthday today. I gave them a little message in their inbox bc even though my birthdays suck, I don't want anybody else's too.
Actually I lied.
I want everybody to get in a car accident and die on their birthdays but I'm too polite to say anything.
I couldn't go to <mentor>'s place today because she had an appointment. I went to the art gallery instead. So I was there all day and now I'm home. I just finished packing to go to <artist friend>'s place. Did I say we made plans for Thursday because we did. I'm gonna stay the night there with my best friend's family and <artist friend> is gonna help me with some Cosplay stuff. Maybe we'll work on my graphic novel too.
I'm jamming to Ke$ha right now. I've been craving her like crazy lately and I don't know why. Maybe it's because she makes me happy when I'm sad. Or maybe it's because she's amazing. Idk.
Sigh
I'm gonna go vibe now
Bye
