11:29
How...
Why?
I'm surprised I even made it through the past few weeks... I have a huge paper due on Monday, and..... And my best friend just told me that my crush asked her out on a date.
Heartbreaking.
Well, fucking good for her.
It's not like I haven't at least told her twice, at most a year ago, that I liked him.... And.... And she just came swooping in, snatching him right out from under me, right when I had slowly, gently reached out my hand to claim him.
But no.
Noo.
That's not the fucking case!
I blew up on her, and know she's really mad at me... And I don't know what to do......
My parents don't give a fuck, my best friend ditched me, and stole my crush, who hadn't talked to me in weeks.
Just because of her.
The wind is super loud outside... And the rain is heavy enough....
Do you think it's cold enough to kill me?
I pray it is....
I'm in thin pajamas, and I'm still fucking fat, weighing 102.5 fucking pounds.
Too much.
Too. Fucking. Much.
I turned to the internet for comfort, and for the longest time, it worked; until now..
One asshole guy commented on one of my Instagram photos, of my beautiful cuts and scars, and "thin" body.
You know what?
I'll read it to you.
Here it is;
Quit whining about your stupid life. Just go kill yourself already- can't you see know one gives a fucking shit about your blades, or blood? Just get wasted, and die, already, I can't even stand looking at you, your that ugly. Bitch, just stop.
Really.
No one gives a fuck.