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Kill me please

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Why do I decide to stay if nothing but one person shows little effort. I was so excited. why'd I have to bleed.

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I'll keep watching you. Ever since I've heard your name, I'll forever hate u.

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just get over it, already.

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I'm just ugotgtuyuaZSujhaszjhszdjaswjhsawdhjusahjuaszjhshjxsdjuhdxsjuhdjdjdkdkjK gte4rgteew4gte4gte4yrgte4rfgteirfeyfdgfuyr Sorry. this type of keyboard is lovely to type with,

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I hate school. it's so draining. Reid's the only reason i'm here or i'd be either going to central or homeschool/online ..

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À 14 ans, Katy parle de ses rêves d'adolescente.
Dans le bus, elle me regarde.
Elle parle de la vie, de son chien et des garçons qu'elle aime.
Je lui demande : « Tu as quelqu'un en tête ? » Il est à l'école de garçons.
Elle dit quelque chose comme quoi elle aime sa taille.
Soudain, inquiète pour la mienne.
بياخد مخدرات
و هو بيتعلم سواقة
بيقضي وقت معها
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon.
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon.
Et je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas un garçon.
Je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas.
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon.
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon.
Et je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas un garçon.
Je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas.
Habillé à faire un pas.
مش ھاقدر Al-Awad
Pourquoi je me sens comme ça ?
Al-Awad
Elle est à moitié grecque avec un joli visage.
Du gloss fraise, oh, c'est du gâchis.
Pour ce garçon stupide qui aime la chasse.
Mais pourquoi suis-je si en colère ?
Pourquoi est-ce que j'ai mal ?
ما تفوقي شوية
Ce n'est pas ta copine
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon
Et je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas un garçon
Je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas un
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon
Elle aime un garçon, elle aime un garçon
Et je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas un garçon
Je ne suis pas un garçon, je ne suis pas un garçon
Je ne suis pas un garçon
Putain, ce type

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Je t'aime, plus que les étoiles.

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Whatever you say, It won't make me magically change on not trying to be on what you're interested in.

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These feelings aren't new. I just haven't.. brought them up. It gets stressful. Picking out the perfect outfit, the type of makeup, Jewelry, etc.

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I just get. so mad for no reason. I'll probably show all of this to him anyways. I can't keep anything from him.

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If I see him looking at a masculine man, interested. I feel like I must work out, be like that, but then he used to show me images of stuff he was into. I feel like. I must look and act like that. Sometimes I don't understand exactly what he wants. Do you want dominant or submissive? Do you want a goth girl or a softie? Maybe a guy? I am genderfluid. Do you want skinny? I don't HAVE to eat. Do you want a chubby girl? I can eat a little more. Crazy piercings? I can do those, no matter how painful it is. Just tell me.

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I don't like HER either. I've been told about her. Even if she goes to another school, no. I feel like If I ever saw her, or any of the girls he's interacted with. I'd do unspeakable things to them.

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Maybe I should cxxt again? Maybe that'll relieve some of the stress that's on me. If I get caught, I would end of in a mental hospital. Not the best idea, I guess.

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I guess I just don't understand love that well. I know for sure that I love him, but does he love me? Will it always seem like another girl will be ahead of me? Other than his family/mom of course.

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Alec Benjamin's songs calm me down. They're very relatable. I enjoy them. I relate most to his water fountain song. Even if he were to hurt me. I'd always wait for him and love him. Even if he left me. Even if he tore me to absolute pieces. I'd wait.

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Ever since I saw him on.. I can't say., but i've been trying to look like her. Insane on how I've been trying to look like a character, Jesus. My mind goes to now trying to look like the girl he'll talk about. I must be perfect. Even if that means another disorder, or ruining who I am now.

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I hate her. I hate all the girls he talks about. Why? I'm not sure why. I can't say anything. I became friends with someone again he made me block. Do I have to become like her too? He'll talk about her sometimes. Red bull and alcohol? I guess goes together like peanut butter and tits.