Meh

Tea I finally logged back into this. Like wow it’s been forever. 

I now listen to the type of music I used to cringe at. Well how the tables have turned. 

If only I loved myself as much as people tell me I should. Like sometimes I think I’m shit while other times I think I’m the shit. Like why can’t I just be confident but not full of myself and generally happy?! Like why must I be the two extremes!?! 

Why are girls so pretty? Like stop it I want to breathe. 

Dodie is a fucking queen. Also Thomas is a precious smol bean. And I’m gay and going out in public and seeing cute girls makes me choke on foods and/or forget how to breathe. This has been a PSA and an update on me I guess. 

I feel like if I ever went to Hogwarts I’d be a fucking queen. I’d send people howlers, hex people I didn’t like, and just not give any fucks. It seems like fun but I’d probably get punched in the face by Christmas break. 

My brain really hates when I’m in a good emotional state. It feels like it does everything it can to make sure I can’t function like a normal human being. I know I really should talk to a doctor about this but my dad’s made it very clear that he thinks I don’t need it. Well I believe that I should because it’s impacting my wellbeing and mental state. But my dad refuses to think that he doesn’t know how I’m feeling all the time. He like tries to tell me how I feel. It’s fucked up. But it’s better than my mother. I’ll have to deal with it for the next three years and two months. Also I really want death. Like my mental state is fucked. 

Guys it’s Coming our day. I’m already out but if you couldn’t tell from my profile info. I am gay. Well lesbian to be correct. Hope you guys had a good day. 

Who else is in the It’s Midnight and I Want Death Club? 

You know what. That was a good week before I got dumped.