So I'm totally through with whatever this journal thingy was supposed to be.
Update on my life since 2015:
1. Completely at terms with death, while I'd like to not die I don't think I'm so scared of it anymore
2. Fuck boys, fuckboys, and fuck boys.
To simplify that, I am a thirsty little hoe but also fuck boys because they're horrible, and fuck fuckboys too because I'm surrounded by them and it's making me sad as a dad.
3. I'm an angel. ( yeah I've been pretty delusional for the better part of 2016 but at least some good came out of it) I kinda see the world through what would be the opposite of rose colored shades and it's a total shitshow. The world is terrible, humanity is a failure and we're doomed. We've fucked up the environment and beyond that our relationships with one another are complete crap, ie: racism, homophobia, transphobia, bi erasure, fat shaming, slut shaming, ableism, antiblackness in poc communities, white people being offended by poc speaking up, hella other shit. So I guess the reason for my delusion is that I kinda don't want to swell in this death. Like I realize death will come but I don't want to mope around and just wait for it. I want to enjoy every bit of it. So I'm gonna just float and live a very chill and very enjoyable life despite the shitshow that is humanity. And I kind of think of that as the embodiment of an angel. Watching humanity and still choosing a life of peace, servitude, and just overall loveliness.
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RandomI'm a 15 yr old girl when i was maybe 12 my mother read my diary and completely threw away my feelings and told me they were wrong. She lost all of the trust she once had. This is sort of my way of controlling my feelings. I'd rather freely show and...
