but it's hard for us to fucking stop to think about others.

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i honestly do not know how i will face you when you return. i do not know if i will allow myself to crumble, or if i'll continue being strong, the way i am now. strong? hah. strong. a weak face wearing a make-believe "strong" mask. yeah. that's what this all is.

i'm sick of being called fat.

fuck you, fuck your own self.

i think cats are cute. and i want a kitten so badly. i want to make my friends love cats so that they'll be able to come over the way they always do. i think cats are adorable. they're so adorable to watch. if i get a beige or grey kitten for my birthday i'll love the person who gave HER to me to pieces.

i hate my hair.

i hate my body.

do you hate yours, too?

about 32098957234 random thoughts are going through my mind and all these thoughts are fighting to have a say. it's like a film that has no end. a film that's fast-fowarding itself at a x16 speed.

i think i lost my best friend.

to a guy.

guys are awful bitches.

they're bitches with dicks.

i don't think i have a best friend anymore. i lost mine to a girl who he used to cheat on me with.

gawd, what the fuck am i saying?

i need sleep.

yeah that's what i probably need.