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so it like 11 at night rn. My closet light is automatic and sensored. So it turns on and I'm like, oh my cat marshall is in there curling up on my dress for the Ren. Like always. Imma go see if he's awake, he's adorable! So i go to open the door and I realize, marshall is gone my parents sold him, so for like the second time today I break down on the floor sobbing and I don't cry a lot. So I stay like that for an hour listening to Green Days, Dilemma and Holiday and Taylor Swift's tortured poets department crying for my reason to live- I mean my emotional support animal- I mean my cat. So yeah did that then cut on my wrists then drank Tampico because I forgot to eat to day and fruit punch is clearly the best substitute even tho I threw it up afterwards because my stomach refuses to eat a long with my mind, (good job conscience!) but Sterling (my cousin) and my brain think I need food.
My hands kinda hurt ngl. Also all my best friends are fighting over who should date my YOU KNOW ASEXUAL BESTIE when he literally hates attention so I had to beat up anyone who talked to him bc he'he's weak and my best friend Anna decided it's my fault everyone likes him and I was selfish to keep him to myself, I mean wtf?!? So like you see that person who I kinda have liked for years that ISN'T IN ANYWAY my bestie who I don't like?
I hate everyone including myself and I mean everyone.
Fuck my hand hurtttttttttttt
night