I Hate This Faggot Ass Bitch On My Bus Who Uses A Rolling Backpack Like She’s Never Done Anything To

thought i’d update the masses i infact did not go to school … faked sick 👅👅 WE UPPPP

i don’t wanna go to SCHOOOLLLLLLNOODXFVGV NOOOO DONT SEND ME THERE PLEASEEEESSS

brah i wore my carabiner today TO CARRY AROUND MY CHILD and my friend goes “are you doing carabiner code. which side is that?” WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME IF IM A TOP OR BOTTOM IN ART CLASS HELP ME 💔

also carabiner reveal

“he/him lesbians are bad!! nonbinary lesbians are bad!!! only TRUE WOMEN can be lesbians!!” who do you think made the flag lol. take a wild guess. news flash!!! they’re a nonbinary lesbian. you’re allowed to be a lesbian as long as you AREN’T A MAN and pronouns ≠ gender btw i could call myself he and still b a fucking lesbo. suck my dyke dick

saw this fuckass sign and was fully ready to believe it said “stop the sigma” until my dumbass reread it

having ocd is so funny cuz you’ll be doing something totally normal and then get an intrusive thought worse than a shock site gore video and u can’t even say anything abt it cuz then ppl think ur batshit insane

hi random ramble abt my mom cuz she occupies my mind at least twice a week unfortunately

i was looking thru my book collection and found a child called “it” by dave pelzer and fuck dude. my mom forced me to read it like a year and a half ago so i would “know what real abuse was” and see “how bad she could REALLY be”. the books an autobiography by dave abt how he was horribly (and i mean horribly. like huge tw for literally everything u can think) abused by his mother. it didnt make me appreciate how my mother treated me. it made me scared that she threatened she could be that way. and it wasn’t just threats. she did do horrible things to me. she broke a plate over my head once. she puts her cigarettes out on me and all sorts of fucked shit you shouldn’t do to someone. ever. i can’t even think abt some of it without going insane so i just push it down and pretend it never happened. her making me read that book was basically the beginning of her being absolutely cruel to me. and she wanted me to be grateful that it wasn’t as bad as dave’s story. that didn’t help, it just made me feel like my experiences or trauma or whatever was invalid because someone always has it worse. like i’ve no reason to complain, at least xyz isn’t happening to me. idk i’m gonna end up re-reading it and feel icky all over again one of these days but yay i hate my mom ♥️

ppl will be afraid to use tampons and at the same time let dudes fuck them raw. like ok stacy i’m pretty sure an std is scarier than 3 inches of cotton

me rn. and like always basically

“cats can’t claw self portraits” god forbid my cat is artistically gifted???

(context- i cut a cats face onto my thigh while i was in my insane era and it’s scarred and isn’t going away like at all)

i hate living with MEN i should be able to walk around my house in my pretty lacy bras but no i have to be modest. so fucking sick and twisted i can’t wait to live alone