I'm over here recovering from almost suffocating, and then I realized-
If I leave him alone.
He'll leave me alone.
But I'm still pissed.
So I should die.
But I have people who care.
But there's only a handful of them.
There are over millions of others who don't.
I still hate myself.
And him.
And he hates me.
But now we're even.
This is like to 5 year olds fighting the over who is the coolest.
God this is stupid.
Fuck it.
I still think he's cute.
But he's way too old.
So hell no.
But I have an irl date..
And he actually wants to date me.
And I also have an Internet gf.
And she's hot.
Huh.
My life's actually good.
Oh yeah.
We have fudge.
Gotta live for dat fudge.
Yum.
Lol.
Still pissed.
And tired.
That suffocating made me tired.
I want a hug.
But I want to bite a pillow.
I need a punching bag.
Wow this is long lol.
I'm also immature.
Since fucking when was I mature???
I'm a kid.
I tiny.
Angry.
On hormones kid.
Yep.
Fucking hormones.
Make me feel angry.
And sad.
Then happy...
But then mellow.
WHICH ONE?!?!
This phone sucks.
I can't wait for a new phone.
My throat hurts again.
Eh...
Meow.
Lol.
I like this song.
It's calming.
But I hate it.
It's happy.
Wait- no. I like happy things.
They make me happy.
Except babies.
They're evil.
... I want a burrito.