I Feel Freaky

Ugh… boys.

23 sept 2024

Apparently Louis was a racist in year 7??? I severely doubt he still is because of a mild aggression in year 7, still can never be too safe

Or maybe you can.

Anyways,

THE WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO A PERSON EVER IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND HAPPENED TO ME

19th Jan 2024

Firstly, I was being very dramatic yesterday (when am I not) but when I walked out of chemistry (for the second time that day) ((after a too much to be a coincidence amount of hand touching but that’s for you to decide)) and meet kakak in the front of the auditorium and he walks past us, looks directly at her and DOESNT STOP UNTIL HES OUTSIDE. to the point that she points it out and asks who he is. i will bash my own head in. And at lunch she comes over to steal my food and all anyone can talk about is how gorgeous she is for the next ten minutes.

i am going to spend the rest of my life in her shadow.

anyways,

ive enjoyed my rotting

3rd jan 2024

last day of holidays, im dreading school but its a cool sunny day with light winter rain like i can see spring on the other side of it, i wish i had longer to rest and love the world

anyways

HE IS NOT MINE HE HAS NEVER BEEN MINE HE WILL NEVER BE MINE

2nd feb 2024

HES WITH CHLOE FUCKING ALLEN. NOT JOKING NOT EVEN KIDDING NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. CHLOE TEXTS ME ABOUT THIS LIKE ITS A GOOD THING AND GREAT NEWS AND I SIT THERE CRYING DURING ACT 2 OF THE SJP PRODUCTION OF THE ADDAMS FAMILY (it was pretty crappy) ((i only realise the irony now)) AND I CRY AND CRY UNTIL ALL THAT IS LEFT IS RAGE. LIKE COME ON DUDE I KNOW IM NOT LITTLE MISS CONVENTIONAL BUT YOU HAD TO GO FOR THE LIVING EMBODIEMENT OF GIRL??? SHE IS LONG BLONDE HAIR AND LIP GLOSS AND BATH AND BODY WORKS AND IM SITTING HERE WITH MY SOUL TURNED INSIDE OUT BECAUSE ALL THE REASONS I LIKE HIM WERE THROWN OUT THE WINDOW (hes smart and funny and treats all girls like people even if he doesnt want to get with them) BECAUSE SHES SO PERFECT?? AND I CANT HATE HER?? SHE DOESNT HAVE THE LOVE FOR KNOWLEDGE OR LEARNING OR POETRY OR ART OR LITERATURE THAT DO BUT WHAT GOOD IS LOVING ALL THESE FORMS OF LOVE IF NO ONE LOVES ME? ALL I DO IS YEARN AND PINE AND FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I WISH I WAS NORMAL AND LIKED NORMAL GIRL STUFF I WISH I WAS MISS CONVENTIONAL NOW BECAUSE AT LEAST I COULD BE HIS FRIEND BUT NO IM A LONER LOSER WEIRDO AND I CAN NEVER ESCAPE THIS FATE IVE GOTTEN FOR MYSELF. THIS HASNT EVEN MADE ME WANT TO BEAT HIM AND WIN THE GAME THAT IS SCHOOL BECAUSE I WANT TO BE PRETTY AND DUMB AND HAVE BOYS LIKE ME BECAUSE OH MY GOD I CANNOT HAVE A BOY LIKE ME AND ITS INFURIATING. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO AT LEAST HAVE ONE PERSON PICK ME PLEASE I JUST WANT YOU TO WANT ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WANT ME ANYONE JUST WANT ME FOR ME AND THINK ITS CUTE AND ENDEARING AND IM JUST LIKE ANNABETH CHASE AND NOT LIKE I HAVE NO FRIENDS AND DONT WEAR MAKEUP BECAUSE I CAN BE EVERYTHNG YOU WANT IF YOU PROMISE TO WANT ME.

ALL THE SIGNS I THOUGHT WERE FOR ME WERE FOR HER, ALL THE STARES I WISHED WERE FOR ME WERE FOR HER, HE LOVES HER AND PROBABLY DOESNT EVEN KNOW MY NAME AND ITS YEAR 8 ALL OVER AGAIN AND IM A GIRL OBESSING OVER A BOY AND ITS ALL FOR NOTHING BECAUSE HE LIKES HER AND FORGETS WHO I AM THE SECOND I LEAVE THE ROOM AND I WANT TO DEFLATE AND HAVE THE GROUND SWALLOW ME UP AND JUST LIE THERE AND WALLOW IN SELF PITY BECAUSE BOO HOO A BOY DIDNT LIKE ME AND IM SO SAD AND MAD AND FULL OF RAGE AND HURT FOR SOMEONE THAT WAS NEVER EVER GOING TO BE MINE.

anyways,

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

17th feb 2024

cannibal chef trope

cannibal doctor trope

cannibal anyone who knows in EXTREME detail about food or the body trope

cannibal chef x cannibal doctor?

that is all

anyways,

any wildest fantasies?

being loved or something

i know this is basically gospel already

but keith with physical touch as a love language. not because he wasnt held as a child or anything but because his mom actually like held him a LOT and now thats just how he recognizes and reciprocates affection

he’s always shoulder to shoulder with someone or has his hand on the back of someone’s neck not in a weird way but in a like. “i am here i am watching your blind spot for you and you will be safe”

with lance especially

always a hand on his lower back or between his shoulderblades where the scars from the rover incident are

tucking a hand in the pocket of lance’s jeans when they’re standing in the kitchen together

holding onto his ankle if his feet are in keiths lap

keith just keiths like that. yk?

an old description writing

23rd jan 2024

but this is from like december i wanna say (13th november to be exact)

There is no wind. the salt is carried up to my nose in thick waves, no wind to blow it away. i slam the car door, old paint and rust crumble into my hand like ironic summer snowflakes. i swipe them away, turning to focus on the sea. the stone ledge burns and its sharp corners scrape my legs. i say nothing.

Almost i lie and say i see france, the shiny, salt coated swimmers paddling thier way across the channel, small sun-scorched children mimic french revolutions with sandcastles and cruel older brothers kick them over, revolution hungry seagulls swoop down chopping the heads off of chips. i remember the winters of gulls nesting far from the beach, where snow meets sand and the winter bite takes my mind away from the nausiatingly still day.

i remember winter, not too long ago, not long to come. violent whiplash between small giggles bubbling up from the beach and silent crunches of snow. grease lined smoke, thick smells and some gauge nostalgia always will break for crisp cold air, smoke rises from your mouth as you speak, i wish i could hear you speak, to ice capped waves, to salty snow, to frozen stone ledges where your clothes stick. you always hated summer and so i will in some Machiavellian remembrance of the person i used to know.

an alarm rings on my phone, the parking meter has run out. cold coins fall into the machine, ill have another hour. maybe ill plunge into the sea, swim as far as i can and stare back at the landscape of families and umbrellas, comedically oversized for the children underneath. an old church next to seemingly more rundown souvenir shops, the car i remember you driving in, the lampposts you tried to climb, the walls you spray painted. maybe ill go over to calais, join a family there with bright bathing suits and picnic baskets i can almost see now. its beautiful, the summer is beautiful.

anyways,

my english lang writing

19th feb 2024

(the prompt was write a story beginning with "this was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when its best to just stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad")

this was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when its best to just stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad.

what a horrible thought to have so early in the morning, this could end up being a great day, i scold myself from inside my own head, yes definately, like yesterday or the day before that, sarcasm leaking from the voice in my head to reprimand yet another voice in my head.

'list the requirements for a bad day.' an old therapy exersize that, for some reason, stuck.

gloomy weather? no, sweet blue skies, candyfloss clouds, warm sun falling through the leaves high above. loud or unnerving surroundings? even less so, light green water laps the bank of a jarringly serene lake flowers waft around the waters edge bowing to meet the surface. around bad people? technically, i am around nobody, calm, alone, peaceful, seemingly, my own inner monolouge is proving to be todays biggest enemy.

today actually has the trappings of a great day, which means it is one of these days. worse than one of the gloomy grey days or days full of work, today is one of the days where i feel so, so bad for being so miserable, for wishing for a storm so i am forced inside and i have to rot in my own misery. slowly i stand up, walking toward the waters edge. the top layer of water is warm after being in the sun for so long, the lower layers are cool and dark. i push myself down.

light filters through a meter or so of water, lake plants grow only a few more meters down. here it is calm, and serene and peaceful. i find myself hating it all over again. floating upwards, i try to count all the reasons i have to be happy. all outweighed by the fact that i am miserable.

my body floats on the surface of the water, my mind is disjointed, forcing me back into a memory where i do not float alone, where next to melays a girl with a smile like sunshine and a laugh like alchohol, she is intoxicating.

"mandy."

she drags out the last letter, i hear it like she is there, all over again i dive deep under water praying the pressure crushes me or the water to fill my lungs. it is so very dark again.

"she would want you to be happy now."

would she?

"she loved you."

did she?

the voices come from all around and i want to inhale and drown them out, everyone telling me to be happy for her because she cannot. she would be better at this, at the moving on part, i am so good at the greiveing, the loss, the wallowing. i exhale and push back up

"no."

her voice plays in my head, an old memory from when i told her i couldnt live without her. so i will breathe fresh, hot, summer air, even if just to spite the girl, because i have to keep her memory and love alive. today is terrible without her and so will the rest of them be, but i will live them, because she told me to and it is rude to disrespect the dead.

my body floats atop the water again.

today was just a little less terrible.

anyways,