Lame

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WHY CAN’T PROFESSIONAL BLOGGING BE AS EASY AS TUMBLR

TO ALL THE PEOPLE BITCHING ABOUT MY POLITICAL TWEETS THIS. SHIT. IS. IMPORTANT. LITERALLY OUR FUTURE. SO IF YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT ALL OF THIS, BITCH BYE

“Take me home.”

I get told so often that things are going to get better. I wonder when. I can’t go to school anymore because my rapist has decided to take over that place. I have to go out everyday and pretend nothing is wrong. I have to be around my fiance’s family, who infuriates me, and I have to act like I like them. Which happens to exhaust me. I am so exhausted. I’ve cut myself again. I always think about death. I can’t even get a degree in what I love, because my school doesn’t offer it online. I refuse to step foot on that campus. So, when will things get better? 

Didn't need to see you yesterday. Thank you for literally ruining my life. I can't go to school and I can't leave my own fucking house.

Submitting your work to a publisher is particularly difficult.

I have been avoiding school because my rapist’s girlfriend said my name in the hall the other day.

I have no time to be creative.