he is disgusted

At me and 2016.

Everyone's disgusted at me and this year though it isn't a surprise.

The insides of my arms (like at the elbows) have been hurting me all day. My friend-like person was talking about her period the other day. My arms were hurting, and now I'm on mine. Wtf why are my arms in so much pain? It's also great knowing I have to fast a day this week. Incredible timing. Just so incredible.

Me @ me: please die you're you

ples

Which he am I talking about? Why he is my cat.

I was at my school for 7 hours yesterday. 7 hours. On a Saturday. An atrocity.

I also tried these pea snacks. They tasted very awful. Don't eat them.

But it went ok. I guess.

The boxed water was pretty good. Water. In a box. Fascinating.

I'm hiding in my room away from my family because my sister suddenly came home this weekend and wants to take my blood pressure.

My mom just said, "S______, come downstairs! Don't say no, and let her take your blood pressure!"

Scary.

My wrists suddenly started hurting right now. Wow nice. I love talking about my pain and suffering on my blog on good old blogger dot com.

They're coming upstairs now. They're coming for me.

Oh and I have to go on Donald Trump's website for homework. I also started it in class. Then later in the day at school I got this Donald Trump ad. And I looked at the ad like, "wtf you doing here". Yep. True story.

Yeah and Hillary Clinton's website too. It's all about current events and the 2016 presidential election in history class. All about them politics.

Oh man, there's a debate tonight. Ooh, I should finish my history homework while it's on. Then my family might be like, "Wow, you're taking notes on this?" which I'll say, "Yeah".

This woman was very disappointed because I couldn't curl the string. It made me automatically feel like a talentless all-for-nothing pathetic excuse for a human being who can't do anything right. Oh boy wowie.

People irl think I don't care. But I do, man, I do.

So I unhealthily cope by drowning you all in my thoughts and feelings I hide from the people irl.

It's probably just another bad impulsive thing or whatever, but right now I'm really feeling it. (shoot, that Spongebob line started replaying in my head.. frick).

I'm thinking to either quit posting on this blog in 2017, delete the blog in 2017, quit posting and switch to a new blog that I won't reveal till a few months after in 2017, or draft a ton of posts I made on here in 2017.

I'm just. Tired.

Want to let it go. Let go of the past. Restart everything over or quit and not come back.

I'm just. Sick of myself. Making myself hurt on purpose. Feeling guilty and regretting nearly everything.

I just want. Freedom.

Ok cool now that that's over with, here's my old cat.

His face made me cry in joy.

Please validate and love him. Same for me. Don't be a creep though. Those aren't good.

Damn, this quote is so true with me. "Someone who becomes angry easily subconsciously desires to be loved." Yes, I'm easily angered. Yes, I'm lonely and desire to be loved. Please do even though I'm the human equivalent of a trashcan in the back corner of a room. I hate being ignored but always end up ignoring people. And if I'm with people for too long (even if we're not there in person), I will get very tired and want to leave very soon. I'm very introverted indeed. But I love feeling like I matter and am loved. Ok whatever.

Oh right. That boy. This cat though I swear--