I’m in a lot of pain and I don’t know what to do about it.

Please help.

I’m officially not cracking on Mr. Fetish anymore.

I actually think I love him.

Like I feel something deep when I look at him, and our just complete cutoff contact-wise has sucked so hard for me. And I can’t even understand why because we never dated, ever.

I don’t know. I think there is a scattering of people in the world who, if you meet them, you feel and indescribable emotional/romantic pull towards them and it’s hard to shake. Not quite soulmates, but something. And he’s one of them.

I just hope that I meet someone else, because thinking about him hurts. :(

I shouldn’t be heartbroken over someone whose number I deleted for a reason.

But I’m not stressing…it won’t hurt so bad in the future.

Y’all. The dude I met at the club (DIM@C) had a farting fetish

I can’t.

If life begins at conception, then aren’t we all about 10 months older?

I’m gonna go yell at the VABC for restricting my consumption of alcohol, TECHNICALLY I should have been able to buy that bottle of tequila 10 months ago.

Those. Bastards.

In case what I’m about to take is an overdose:

To nearly everyone in real life: fuck you. Fuck all of you.

Fuck you for forgetting me yet again. I bet more than anything that if I do die from this dosage, that all of you won’t realise that I’m missing. And when you remember, you’ll forget again.

Because I was never that fucking important to anyone.

And for that? FUCK YOU. ALL OF YOU.

There’s nothing quite like spending a birthday at the DMV, and then all by yourself because everyone forgot, and those who didn’t forget either didn’t care or didn’t have time for you.

BRB, overdosing on Valium. If I have to spend my 21st birthday alone, I might as well be fucking asleep.

Motherfucking 21y.o. today.

…And I have an exam in 3 hours. Will celebrate afterwards with a glass of wine and a nap