Facebook is a cesspool of negativity.
Taalf Thorpe just called me “handsome”. I can’t decide if that’s a compliment or an insult.
Eli Epstein posted a status about Zach Bobkoff being gay, and everyone ripped him to shreds.
Nobody talks to me.
My little sister is sitting to my right playing with my iPad. It’s 12:30 in the morning, she’s 7-years-old, and she insists that she isn’t tired. Two of her toes are webbed, just like mine. She’s the only other in the person in the world that I know of who has feet like me. It’s funny, because when I held her when she was a baby (and didn’t know she was my sister), I pointed at her webbed toes and said, “Mom, why does Grace have webbed feet like I do?”
I never put it together.
I applied for a bunch of jobs today. After turning in my first application, I had a lot of fun, but I was freaking out. I will lose my license in 2 days because I didn’t find a job by my mom’s “deadline”. I’m so fucked. I’m so fucked it’s not even okay.
Andrew is extremely sick. I haven’t seen him in a while. He went to the doctor today, but they didn’t say what was wrong with him. I don’t understand. I don’t understand Andrew period. I don’t know what to do about a lot stuff involving him. Tonight, he made me promise that I was his and only his. I said, “Of course, but I think I should be the one asking you that.”
It’s snowing outside. I am insecure about too many things. I’m tired. I’m lonely. The back of my heels are bloody and burning from my stupid shoes. I was optimistic earlier, but Facebook had to fuck with me. I’m so easily influenced. No, I’m just vulnerable right now.