If a girl ever tries to explain to you what happened and it sounds like rape, please be empathetic. No one wants to come out and say they were raped. And then if she does say she was raped, TAKE HER FUCKING SERIOUSLY!
NEVER suggest it was her fault. Rape is caused by rapists. By the guy. Not because I flirted or was wearing a mini skirt or drank too much.

Fuck!

Like seriously. Guys are automatically usually stronger than girls. And if a girl is at all intoxicated, her mind is blurry and she’s uncoordinated.

And if she tells you she tried to push him off and she said no over and over, believe her. If she says she has fucking bruises because he tried for so long and she struggled, take her seriously. If she starts crying, comfort her.

Rape is rape and no means no.

I fucking hate people who take it lightly.

If a girl is raped, she is scarred for life.

No. Fucking. Joke.

:/

I’m gonna die.

My doctor thinks I’m bipolar because I have all the symptoms including suicidal thoughts yet won’t put me on medication until I see a therapist in April. My episodes just keep getting worse.
What if I kill myself before April? I bet she’ll feel bad.

My “best friend” is friends with the guy I like. When he asked her about me (because he likes me too) she got pissed off and told him to just ask me. Then she said that I was a slut and immature and irresponsible and that I always blame things on other people. I couldn’t believe it. Well… Actually I could. She’s hurt me before but not this much. It just hurts that she would say that about me even though I know it isn’t true. I’m not a slut. She’s fucked twice as many guys as me. Literally. I’m not immature, she’s the one who always has drama, not me. I’m not irresponsible. I don’t get everything handed to me like her rich daddy hands to her. I have to take care of myself and spend money wisely. And I don’t blame things on other people. I actually blame it on myself but hide it so others don’t find me pathetic. I just though a best friend would be able to see that.

So this is the first time I’m actually writing something on here. I doubt anyone will actually see this though.

I have a confession: Every time I see pictures of some who has cut themselves, I want to do it again. It sounds crazy. It just brings back the feelings of my depression. Its horrible. I hate when people post cutting pictures. I hate it.

I want sex. I do. I mean, I have a boyfriend, but I cant have sex with him. Why? Long story short, we never have a chance and I don’t know if I even want to with him.

I also really want a fucking cigarette. Or a joint. Or a bowl. Or something. UGH. 

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Last year I was with the same guy I am with now. Last year he didn’t get me anything until I gave him his gift, and later he wrote me a card on a piece of binder paper. …Yeah.

There’s this guy, and I know this makes me a horrible person, but I want him.

I’m a terrible person. D;

Eh.

Happy Valentines Day losers.