Hi, I'm Alex. Emotions fucking suck. Things haven't been better ever since everyone I've ever known is turning their backs on me to the point where I'm running out of people to lose.
This journal is, hopefully, a story of my recovery. However, I'm...
Before i begin: we need a name for The Cult Leader because hearing her name fucking sickens me to the core
How about
Pieceofshitcocksuckerasshole
Perfect
ANYWAYS So i confronted him after theatre and it kinda went like this:
Me: hey ah actually before you go i gotta talk to ya about something
Him: oh okay
Me: don't worry it's nothing bad
Him: that usually means that it's bad
Me: well, it's kinda bad? Not really tho
Him: okay
Me: well I've noticed you've been hanging out with some people in the library
Him: yeah
Me: And i just wanted to warn you. They hurt me.
Him: how so?
Me: let's just say that I've known them for fourteen years and they just kicked me out and,,,, I'm not trying to throw shade it's just...they've hurt me
Him: well Pieceofshitcocksuckerasshole seems nice
Me: ....
Me: ....oh g o d
And then he just kinda hurried away to his car
God
I fucked up
I mean i guess i achieved what i wanted to? Like...i warned him but i don't think he took it the way i was hoping
Whoops
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