Hey it's ya girl ari and I'm going to talk about how I'm literally in the process of dying like my body is actually taking this whole I wanna die thing seriously. So first of all guess who has her second depressive episode of the year 🤡 yeah pretty much.
Hi I just came back from the dead. Last time I wrote here was Halloween and today is literally February 3rd. But yeah I wasn't kidding when I said I was literally in the verge of death. Ngl I'm early fired idk why I'm writing i could barely wake up today. Chile so ya girl almost slipped onto another depressive episode literally at the start of January. Good thing I didn't cuz now I go to therapy so shit get dealt with faster. But I could still get an episode and now I fear for my life.
Ok so damn, I'm in school rn (still online our president don't give a fuck about us and hasn't dealt w shit). I'd why but feel the need to congratulate the US for getting a new president good job guys shit is hopefully gonna improve now. I would go there to see for myself but I know that me, a latinx non cishet bitch, will probably get killed or sum. Man I really wanna go for vacations somewhere but I actually take this shit seriously and know I will probably die if I expose myself like that.
Also hey I went to church yesterday for the first time in a year. And all of the damn old people and their kids looked at me as if I was the devil. Ok vision this, a tall bitch that no one can tell if they are a girl or a boy, wearing black boots, black pants, black leather jacket, a white flannel, black nails, and short dyed hair. Listen at least I wasn't wearing eyeliner cuz oof those old gasbags would have died of a heart attack. Listen, scaring old conservative people is what keeps me going. It fun to see them be like "holy shit is that the devils offspring?" Cuz yeah, I am, can't you see the family resemblance?
Listen my motto is basically, if you are not going out and dressing up to scare old chistan then what's the point. Also my parents now think I'm being physically abused in school because of my over exaggerated rant I had at 3am about how I was traumatized just because of my handwriting. Ok anyway bye
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RandomWhere we write random stuff that we want to talk about bc our parents refuse to take us to therapy again.
