okay so yeah i knew i had no friends but like
today really enforced that
and it sucks dude
i didnt get jack shit
okay, i dont need crap for some shit holiday, i really dont care, but the fact that everyone else had stuff for all of their friends fucking sucks
not one candy
not one 'happy v day!'
nothing
all i got was one little snickers from my spanish teacher, and i am grateful, she's super nice, def a fav
but still
not one friend
and dont even get me started on boyfriends*
i sit alone at lunch
i dont talk to anyone in the halls
i dont talk to anyone in class unless forced to, and even then its so awkward and minimal
it fucking sucks
partially thanks to my mom, i cant be myself and express myself properly, therefore im in a constant state of being uncomfortable and wanting to shut down
i cant even text anyone, every move i fucking make is monitored
oh you thought no one was watching me at lunch time?
nope.
my mom got a fucking cafeteria job.
she has never worked with food before.
she has never shown interest in being a cafe worker.
until we fucking moved down here to hell.
im not lying when i say there are days where i genuinely want to kill myself, i want out of here, i dont want to live
ive wasted all my damn time and now im scraping for it, begging for it to come back
im gonna be a fucking junior in highschool.
i thought i was still in eigth fucking grade, where the fuck did that time go
all in a whirl of suppression and breaking down
i cant do this anymore. i really cant. im not ready. i need a guide.
* ive had one. 1. "relationship" since we moved. it was two years ago now. [... i just about said one year ago, where did that time fucking go.] it lasted maybe two weeks, at most. thanks mom.
i have so many crushes on girls, but im too fucking awkward and ugly to even talk to them
i wish i was a boy
i fucking wish i was a boy.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/322107569-288-k95069.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
vents.
Horrortw: literally everything, if you are a sensitive soul, please do not read, the contents are very ugly. Also, the ones that have song names as their titles, the content under it is not my interpretation of the song. it's my vent. it will always be my...