blood-stained lipstick.

yeah, my dad's disgusting – he just called my brother's neighbors hot. [insert puke emoji]

I'm terrified to talk to you now and I hate this w all my heart. I'm afraid I'm overthinking and making things worse for myself. I'm afraid you hate me and I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you.

am I as a person who needs to recharge by going to their own personal space wrong for being upset when my roommate asks me if I can be absent from the room? I don't get work done in studio like wtf. you're only getting this Tuesday off, sorry you planned your schedule similar to mine. if you're gonna really be on the grind by working all the damn time, then know that you can't have your cake and eat it too.

long time no rant, but I hate my professor. he's wasted so much of my time, energy, and money! I'm sick of being so drained. I'm sick of my creative juices drying out. I can't even open up my 3d model file w/o wanting to give up. I can't ask for any help 'cause he's useless and I'm sure all of my friends are tired of hearing me complain, so I can't even ask them for help. I'm stuck... I don't know what to do and I literally only have 3 more class periods before I have to finalize shit and I'm nowhere near being content w my work. I hate my project. I've never been so tired of a project before in my life. this is worst design semester so far.

I had a dream in which I fucked this girl and I had a penis. my dad then popped out the middle of nowhere and proceeded to harass me and shit, calling me a faggot.

how to not fall in love, again, w your best friend/ ex

wake up. get ready for work. work. take a break. work out. shower. eat. sleep. repeat.

//coming back from the pool// mother: it's good to see you in the pool and comfortable w your body now me: lol I'm not mother: what do you mean you're not? you've got a great body and you're v pretty! are you scared of what ppl think? me: idc what they think 'cause my body isn't their business. it's a different reason mother: /continues to pry at why I'm uncomfortable in my skin, closely teetering on the "I'm uncomfortable 'cause I'm not a girl" situation/

tfw you reach out for help and everybody ignores you/ changes the subject??? :)

I hate having dreams about him,,, I just wanna be friends again...

I'm really grateful for my friends in NY...

second bad night in a row... I wanna cry. I had bad dreams the night before and now I don't wanna sleep 'cause I'm afraid, but I need to sleep 'cause it's almost 4 am...

not having a good night...

not even a rant: so, glad I don't have to associate w most of my old classmates

wrow! I hate my dad :)