*Caution Emo; If You Read This I'm Sorry*
Shedfest was fun but I won't lie. The first thing I did when I got home was jump on my bed and cry into my pillow. I was reduced to tears and I feel so weak and stupid.
I loved listening to my friend's play but my serious issues still re-surfaced. Damn my brain for working this way.
I mean, okay, I've known this for a while, (And I'm not doing this for comments or fake pity and sympathy), I know I'm not attractive. I know I'm overweight, annoying, loud, obnoxious, and very over bearing but you should know by now that I like you and barely talking to me or acknowledging my exsistance just makes me think about how suicidal I was my freshman year.
It all flows back and I just wish I had something sharp to play with.
I'm done. You can go back to ignoring me now.
I loved listening to my friend's play but my serious issues still re-surfaced. Damn my brain for working this way.
I mean, okay, I've known this for a while, (And I'm not doing this for comments or fake pity and sympathy), I know I'm not attractive. I know I'm overweight, annoying, loud, obnoxious, and very over bearing but you should know by now that I like you and barely talking to me or acknowledging my exsistance just makes me think about how suicidal I was my freshman year.
It all flows back and I just wish I had something sharp to play with.
I'm done. You can go back to ignoring me now.