I'm back whores

Reflecting back on this month, it's kinda sucky. I am just now realizing I definitely have some sort of food related trauma. Additionally, someone I really cared about on this app left because they had no other choice, and I don't know if I'll ever speak to them again.

I just realized I cut my vagina while shaving last week.  I don't know how to tell my mom, or if I should. I cut my Libia, and I don't think it's going to heal back normal. 

I am tired, and my brain in is kinda shriveled up from today, so I am having so troubles in making decisions and thinking. I have an assignment for school, and we are writing a short story for it. I just got done with this, and was looking for opinions on it. (Does it feel rushed, do some parts feel like there missing, etc..)
          
          Someone is in my room. I can't see them, but they are there. I know it; I feel it. They are watching, waiting. What for? I don't know. So, now I lie here in bed, my eyes closed. I feign sleep, as I too wait. I wait for them. Perhaps they are also waiting for me, watching me patiently, for when I do finally fall into slumber. What will they do, then? Will they stay and watch, or will they come closer? Will the floorboards creak as they approach, or their steps be silent? If they stand beside me, then will I sense them? Perhaps my body begins to tingle. Then I hear their breath, along with a hot dampness against my ear. Or maybe they don't breathe at all. Instead, they rap on the wooden frame of my bed. Telling me they are here. Tap-Tap-Tapping mocking me. Yes, they mock me, me and my defenselessness. They laugh at my fear and chuckle as I clench my eyes tighter. So tight, into a world of blackness, of nothingness. Yes, nothing, it's just nothing. Nothing is in my room. Nothing is watching me. Nothing is coming closer. Nothing is breathing against my ear. Nothing is tapping on my bed. Nothing is here. They are nothing. It is nothing. I am nothing. But how? When did I become such a thing? Was it when I closed my eyes, or was it when I allowed myself to drift into dream. Could it have been when nothing crept up on me in my sleep, and in my settled defensiveness, fearful, yet unaware of the danger approaching, that nothing took me? Just as it had taken many others, it made me a part of itself, nothing.
          
          I feel as though it is too short. Please tell me if anything does not read right, or just feels wrong.

I love you :)

Gotta headache, feels bad.

Dog. 
          
          
          Thank you.

I'm learning Spanish, so I can flirt with my friends. They don't know Spanish, but it's still going be hella romantic 

Hey, are you okay?

I am happy right now. This is good because I was very sad before.