Raise the fucking bottle to lips and rip through the tender flesh on my wrist because I’m fucking sick of this shit.
Raise the fucking bottle to lips and rip through the tender flesh on my wrist because I’m fucking sick of this shit.
My heart hurts.
I performed my trans* spoken word last night at a poetry’s slam open mic. It was bloody terrifying, but i had a load of fun. A chick asked me to come to her poetry slam so that was cool :)
A band I want to go see is only playing in my city tonight, and I just found out, but cut off for buying tickets was an hour ago -.-
I’m going to try and perform at a spoken word thing tonight. I hope I don’t die from being nervous.
So there’s this really cute girl I met, but she has a boyfriend. I’m doom to these things.
what the fuck am I doing at this point?
Well today fucking sucked. Dreamt about getting raped last night, which is always fun. Then this morning my mother just goes off on ignorant shit about trans* people. I was shaking the whole fucking day.
GUYS. This weird thing happened today. I was happy. It was radical.
I’m going to have to be careful about my anger. My sadistic catty side is coming back. Razz wants to pick a fight. Razz wants you to face every fact you tried to hide from.
Funny how my old school is over 2/3’s women, but at the commencement ceremony, boys won all the awards, even though a women had the highest grade average every year in a row. Funny.
Spent an hour and a half crying to my school’s social worker today. What fun. You know you’re fucking crazy when you have 5 emergency psychiatric numbers in your phone.
Why am I never enough?
Alcohol makes me do stupid things. And in other news it also makes me a cocky shit.