Expresso my depresso
Can't draw for shit, but depressed as shit
Rambles:
Also, on a happy note :) my counselor was feeling a bit down and I made her day and she said I am wonderful with words and expressing them, and she didn't realize how she needed it and it made my daY!
Also, me and my bitch in a fight who's the pig and it's not her, it's me, and she keeps arguing that it's not!
CharacterShipper I didn't forget your tag, just have alot of shit going on, but I will!
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Everyone keeps making fun of it
"Why are you listening to sad music
Depression!
Why are you so sad?
DePression!"
It's not funny nor okay, I have overwhelming anxiety earlier and had a few hour breakdown, legit, I cried uncontrollably. It sucks everyone makes jokes about it, it fuckin sucks that everyone just thinks it's okay to do that, when it isn't
I got my ass beat XD it's not funny...It was hilarious, I have to tell you on a lighter note, I mean, not why I got it but...
Anyways, my arm is fucked up with fucking self harm scars and my mother made me show my mom 2.0, lmao mom's friend, mother of asshole, and so she was like "I'mma give you an ass beating after I'm done!"
Me: can't catch me tho
Her: I was on track when I was younger
Me: debatable
XD and I yeeted and once she got near and picked up a chair and was like, "I'll fuckin throw it!" And laugh because she got near and I handed it to her XD *no, I wouldn't really throw it* and anyways...
At the end, she beat me XD *not senseless, Jesus not even hard, no abuse in counters* and I just stood there, unfazed by it
I never was, and if I was, I would laugh at it *reference to other book*
YeeT kids, moral of the story, use a chair!
No in all seriousness, don't do self harm, it's bad
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