I'm like a gaping wound but a girlboy

On one hand I am grateful my family started ignoring me soon after I started talking to myself because suddenly I had stuff to say at 14 and no one to say it with because I do not want to be reassessed for having a personality disorder or something (this is literally how normal people are my family is weird) but also when I start screaming in pain because I stepped on my tiny pincushion where all the pins stick out the other side and have >10 pin in my foot or because I fell down the stairs and no one asks hey are you okay it doesn't feel very good.

My fly has been down since lunch #fail

I really really do not think I could stand donating blood. I need to find a soup kitchen or something to volunteer at to feel better about myself as a person

What's stopping me from sending several obnoxious and inappropriate emails to my pen pal who I miss very much and who stopped talking to me because I was too lazy to respond and I can't help being a desperate retard isolating myself

I'm lonely and sad

Am I Already too old for the calling famous people I respect Mr and Ms instead of just their names so tgat its a bit weird

I appreciate that learning the stuff I am learning in my history class is amazing and many other schools across the country would not have stuff about racism in a a required class but did my teacher really need to show us photos us lynching? And get upset that none of the black kids in the class wanted to engage with today's lesson? I wouldn't be interested in talking or being acknowledged in a class filled with straight people talking about Matthew shepards murder graphically or any other homophobic hate crime.

It's not social anxiety I just genuinely know these normies would make fun of me and I legitimately don't think any of them think.

Maybe my problem isn't eating noises maybe I just hate my mother

By the way I didn't throw myself under a car by the park I guess

Why does oh Ana by mother mother make me think of my first friend the song is purposely nonsensical and is not something Anna would have liked anyways

That one Aubrey plaza quote except without the this is the best day of my life

Amazing how I can be 'fine' and then my mother talks to me and makes me wanna kill myself

Nothing will start up a small sex repulsed phase like the threat of my mom viewing my internet history. Not even the 3-ish times a year I get nightmares about being raped and impregnated

I am SOOOOOOO fucking jealous of kids out here talking back to their parents and shit but unfortunately I pity my mother too much and am nonconfrotational