It's 00:57
I'm sick. I wanted to die earlier. Like 2 hours ago. I feel like I need to learn when to SHUT MY DAMN MOUTH, to CALM THE HELL DOWN, and lastly, and most importantly STOP BOTTLING UP MY FUCKING EMOTIONS.
Jesus (pronounced Hey-Zeus)
Anyways... I've learned that I'm trying to hide my insecurities with being LOUD, sarcastic, and WiErD. Idek.
Anyways I pissed my (kinda) friend (I guess) off and then he stopped talking to me so I Yeeted myself away to golf.
Not to long after I wanted to not eat at all bc obesity, but my mom made spaghetti. The magical food of spaghetti. So I ate that.
Let's see how this week will pan out TBH.
Anyways. I haven't updated you guys a ton this week. But in other news:
I got my best, and worst, gold scores this week. I started pitching (softball) pretty damn good. Also I'm pretty sure my 6th hour teacher hates me. But that's ok I guess.
MY DOG IS BREATHING SO LOUD.
YEETS MYSELF AWAY.
GOOD LUCK WITH LIFE HOMIES.
ITS 1:05
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My story
Non-FictionTrue story. True thoughts. Trigger warnings: suicide, self-harm, abuse, & swearing, e.t.c.
