Cygnus James Yew

i just chugged Tabasco sauce
          
          i hate intrusive thoughts
          
          i regret my life choices

Happy birthday to Draco Malfoy! (I'm 3 hours 24 minutes late)

Happy Pride Month!

Alright, the girl I love gave me a whole speech about the finals that actually made me feel better (she's a grade above me, so this is the last time she'll take these before AP's happen. I've got these finals, next year's midterms, and next year's finals before I do AP's).
          
          She knelt with me at my locker, and talked to me, and I just looked into her eyes, cliche as that is (I never can recall their exact color. I don't know why). And she hugged me, and kissed my cheek and the top of my head, and rushed off to class.
          
          I am quite literally swooning.

I want to fistfight someone just because I can.
          Genuinely, what is wrong with me right now?

Alright! Today is officially my one-year coming out anniversary!
          
          And my mom actually isn't home today. So. That's another good thing.
          
          Bit hard to wrap my head around it. One year since I was just a terrified kid in the back-seat of a car, blurting out "I'm gay" to my parents.

My one-year coming out anniversary is tomorrow. And Mother's Day is also tomorrow.
          
          This is the worst coincidence that's happened this year. Like genuinely, why. A day for the person who's told me that it's wrong, that it's no way to live. And it's on the day of my coming out anniversary.
          
          I hate coincidences like this.

I just listened to the song loml by Taylor Swift for the first time a few minutes back. And I usually don't like her songs—despise them, even, and pride myself on it—but I cried when I heard it.

Alright, this is more to mark it down than anything, but I got the idea to get out my Kindle again on March 18, after seeing a reddit post about someone reading Ao3 on their iPod and finding a comment where someone said they did that on their Kindle.
          
          A lot has happened since then. 42 days. A lot of research, a whole factory reset, several failed attempts to scam Amazon customer service, a terrifying incident that needed superglue, and a new case.
          
          My OCD has calmed down since fifth grade, when I won it (for reading the most in the school. 20158 pages in a month.), so it's less stressful to flip pages. I don't have to keep track of which thumb or how much pressure or if it feels 'just right'.
          
          Anyways, this is for the record.

My immune system is kicking ass. Everyone in the fucking school is getting sick, and I felt sniffles last week, and was entirely sure I was going to get a cold.
          
          Kudos to my lymph nodes. The sniffles faded in two days. I was fine.