:::sigh:::

[darknessisajax]

gosh its ben a really hard week. my fre!@#kin mother is always yelling at me to clean the faggy makeup off my face. she doesn't understand that it is who i am. it makes me feel like a different person. it makes me feel important. no one understands me but sheila, but she doesn't even know i exist.

then i went and took this servay:



even the internet hates me. i wrote a poem about it.

blood
it is the life force
it is the life chores
flood
it is the wild boars
it is the wet floors
blood
it comes out of my arms
in a
flood

maybe sheila will talk to me. homecoming is in a few weeks. maybe i can ask her. i will let u no what happens.