and my grandchildren ask me “grandma, what’d you listen to when you were young?”
i’ll grab my cane
stand up slowly
and scream “YO SKRILL DROP IT HARD WEWEWEWUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWEWEWEWOWOWOWOWUBWUB”
then i start violently moshing and knocking things overyes. just yes.
Then you break a hip.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have guessed in elementary school or middle school, even freshman year that I would be this social right now in my life. Or have as many friends as I do.
Most people see me now and think, out going and crazy. But honestly, I’m shy and afraid of you.
You have to talk to me for me to be able to do anything with you.
I am scared of people.
I was bullied.
It was awful.
It ruins a kid.
I was called fat, ugly, a troll, a freak, useless, worthless, a waste of space, I was constantly ridiculed about how I looked or what I did.
But I used all of that to become stronger. I grew because of them.
I had to show people that I was more than that.
And sophomore year was my changing year.
I couldn’t take what people thought anymore.
I was so anti-social and now I’m like a free agent.
Now I scream for no reason with Ciara and Mykayla.
I burp as loud as possible and laugh so hard about it.
I laugh uncontrollably at fart noises because I think they are one of the funniest things in the world.
I am going to major in music.
I think tattoos are sexy and I am determined to get as many as possible.
I talk to at least two people in each class.
I talk to all of my teachers like they are my best friends.
I hang out with someone every day I possibly can.
I actually like cigarettes. (Sadly)
I’m not addicted.
I am not a virgin. (Sex is gross, don’t do it)
I eat burgers.
I like to cuddle.
I like to hold hands.
I love to kiss.
I like to walk around with my shirt off.
I also don’t like pants or shoes.
Though I do all of that, plus some I cant think of, I have my issues still. Such as Trichotillomania, the hair pulling disorder.
But I accept them.
I still believe I have problems with my self I can not overcome, but I have my amazing friends that keep my mind off of everything.
I love you guys.
I feel like im hated for what I haven’t done.
What if it turned out to be you?
What if it could be you and me?
What if I come onto you?
What if I fall for you?
Would that be so bad?
So what you’re older than me?
Its just a few years.
What if I like older men.
Maybe not to old.
You’re like the perfect Guy.
We like all the same shit.
What if we cuddled?
What if we kissed?
You already give the best hugs.
What if life just happened to go our way?
No one?
Kay.
Guess I’m always alone.
Freaking radiator over heats in my car 3 days before my driving test.. now we have to toe it home.. awesome..
Not only do I suffer from Trichotillomania, but now I am also highly anemic..
I just went to the internet and it took me to match.com..
Fuck life. Even my phones trying to hook me up..
