Pedophilia. HELP.
My gym teacher's male. That's all I have to say on that subject. *prods title*
Life's being shitty. As usual. It'd be a nice change of pace if it wasn't once in a while. Mom made me swear I wouldn't spend longer that three hours a day on weeknights on the comp. I solemnly swore to do so.
Naturally, I broke the limit the following day, and mom was pissed off. Very very pissed off. No can do.
Haven't really eaten today. Suppose I should, since I'm hungry. But it's like anyone cares.
There's nothing out there to stop me, really. Except all those people who call me friend.
I'm being paranoid, suicidal and just plain fucked up again. The things everyone, including me, hates in a person. But I don't give a fuck. Not anymore.
A part of me wants to just kill everyone off, or then kill myself, since I can't kill everyone for legitimate reasons. And the other part of me wants to go out and party, get a social life, get new friends, and kiss my best friend.
Okay, the last bit would be stupid. But I very nearly did kiss her when we went to see Prisoner of Azkaban. Movie sucked, by the way: the only good part was the amusing bit where Harry shows off by flying across a lake on the back of Buckbeak the hippogriff while making a weak attempt at imitating Leo DiCaprio in Titanic. The "I'm the king of the world!" scene. I was actually hoping he'd shout that, and then Buckbeak would hit an iceberg, snap in half, and sink. But no. Dammit.
But kissing my best mate just seemed like a good idea. Thank goodness some part of me told me she's straight as a... straight object, and would kill me if I did that. I know she's decided to try and give up on guys and become a butch lesbian, /but it doesn't work that way/. She still fancies guys. I know that. As a fact.
Nothing interesting, see? Shoo. *cocks shotgun*
Life's being shitty. As usual. It'd be a nice change of pace if it wasn't once in a while. Mom made me swear I wouldn't spend longer that three hours a day on weeknights on the comp. I solemnly swore to do so.
Naturally, I broke the limit the following day, and mom was pissed off. Very very pissed off. No can do.
Haven't really eaten today. Suppose I should, since I'm hungry. But it's like anyone cares.
There's nothing out there to stop me, really. Except all those people who call me friend.
I'm being paranoid, suicidal and just plain fucked up again. The things everyone, including me, hates in a person. But I don't give a fuck. Not anymore.
A part of me wants to just kill everyone off, or then kill myself, since I can't kill everyone for legitimate reasons. And the other part of me wants to go out and party, get a social life, get new friends, and kiss my best friend.
Okay, the last bit would be stupid. But I very nearly did kiss her when we went to see Prisoner of Azkaban. Movie sucked, by the way: the only good part was the amusing bit where Harry shows off by flying across a lake on the back of Buckbeak the hippogriff while making a weak attempt at imitating Leo DiCaprio in Titanic. The "I'm the king of the world!" scene. I was actually hoping he'd shout that, and then Buckbeak would hit an iceberg, snap in half, and sink. But no. Dammit.
But kissing my best mate just seemed like a good idea. Thank goodness some part of me told me she's straight as a... straight object, and would kill me if I did that. I know she's decided to try and give up on guys and become a butch lesbian, /but it doesn't work that way/. She still fancies guys. I know that. As a fact.
Nothing interesting, see? Shoo. *cocks shotgun*