hey, i’m another lump of meat who wants to cease to exist, hooray

i’m probably typing here for nothing.

for passerbys to just walk away.

but no.

i feel so BAD for myself that i just HAVE to type on this thing.

i’m sorry.

i am from 2013. i’ll probably still be alive by the time someone reads this.

maybe not.

sometimes i cry and just

rock myself to sleep

and then i cry some more

and remind myself of those things

and it makes me feel just a little better

the school counselor is scary

i don’t like her

she’s mean and pokes into my buisness

i know that’s what counselors are supposed to do but

but i feel that

maybe

just maybe

she’s a little too direct with poking into peoples buisnesses

im sorry counselor

but that is how i feel sometimes and if you cant accept it you should really reconsider your job

anyway

moving on

um

there isn’t really much to talk about

im me

im not very social

i dont like words

i usually have grammar

im boring

im smartish

i want to die

my only consolation is music

i listen to music

i love singing

not an emo weird kinda singing but you know

just singing

i don’t like goths or emos

i don’t like to be labeled

that is me

im sorry for being so boring

sometimes my mother yells at me for saying sorry all the time

its confusing

bye