There’s more fights in my relationship

Went to Tijuana yesterday to see Lebanon Hanover (lesbian hangover) I’ll do anything for a concert

I feel when you go to the hospital you could be shitting and pissing yourself but once you’re in there your body is like no I’m fine, fever non existent, diarrhea gone. But once you leave the symptoms come back full blown. The air in here is different. If you don’t have insurance just sit in a hospital for 30 minutes.

I might have to move out because I cut my hair like a pixie cut. My mom wants to charge me rent but why would I pay to stay somewhere to be bullied all the time. She called me ugly and I can’t take it anymore but how the fuck am I supposed to move. It feels like I came out to the wrong family and now I’m just getting shunned. For a haircut I don’t know if I feel pretty anymore.

Ok catch up you didn’t get the internship still a virgin and you want to keep it that way penises are gross you now cry to heterosexual porno is that a back step or step forward that’s not the only thing making you cry graphic design is ass like serious ass artistic expresión is not appreciated I feel my professor doesn’t like anything I make but will lick some musty kids ass for basic lines. Your relationship is rocky and for what Idk imma get high right now cuz I don’t want to feel. Work is so boring but a paycheck is a paycheck I want to be creative but my brain hurts. You didn’t do to well on your math test liberal art math my ass. I am writing a short story about how this girl cuts her hair and thinks she’s saving the rainforest as well as her skin because her hippie grandmother told her too it’s going to be my first story ever. Men are stinky but so are you.

I saw the cutest dude ever at work omg he was so scrawny and tall and had that will Toledo hair and his voice was so deep. He wore these funky old man dress shoes with suit pants and a weird jacket a will Toledo fit. I couldn’t stop staring at him and he noticed he kept turning around but omg I got so red these masks saving my life. I think he’s going to be in my liberal arts math class though so might get his name.

I’m remembering when I was in third grade I wrote this story about 7 cats who lived on the moon and one was called Devil and he was about to destroy earth or something but I remember it was for a contest and I worked so hard on it like the hardest an 8 year old can. Well I didn’t even win not even third place it broke my heart so bad and you know whowon my best friend at the time. I don’t know why I remembered that. Therapy is giving me back my childhood.

I got the job I start on the 19th I’m so excited. Finally not going to be broke!!!

I’m remembering one date I had with my bf in which he got high but I didn’t because I didn’t want to smell like it. And we went to echo park but it was so packed and then we wanted to go on the duck boats and you had to reserve them so we just decided to walk around but I also needed to write an essay for history. In the middle of all this he was freaking out about the packed people and I had bit my tongue so harshly it didn’t stop bleeding till the next day. I would calm him down with making fake conversations of the pretentious people of echo with their white claws and micro brew and sally from pink got chlamydia from zack who works at zumiez and which he promised he didn’t have it anymore. This is all fake but very vivid in my gummies mind. We ran to the car and began listiening to abba while he calmed down to drive and I to write. We drove and drove until he had to pee in an old skate spot he stood behind the trees while I kept watch but sneaking a peak of what was underneath. We drove and drove until we got ice cream sandwiches and people stared and stared at my boots of red and country. We were so close to an old dream school we had to see the fountain I barely remembered we took a turn here and there left up right nowhere to be seen until I just wanted to go home but magically he found it in his state. We parked his car in which I named micheal cera and walked the quiet night all that could be heard was the splash and the little fake tap dance my boots did for me. With my tongue bleeding and my eyes infected I still felt like the prettiest person on that quad. Again he had to go pee but there were no bathrooms to be seen so I opened the car door and told him to pee between my legs. We had a little tango of no’s and yeses but he crumbled on a knee but the noise was so loud I began to sing mamma Mia in my shrilly witch voice. We laughed hysterically when he accidentally peed on my boots but for my love he doesn’t get a reprimand but a whisper to lick them. I’m just kidding but that is my favorite date even though so much went wrong I felt my love for him there just like on our third date.