give me your hands and we'd be friends
and robin shall restore amends
does every single eighth grade class in america do midsummer night's dream
that speech was the first and last time i was better than ino at something i had it fucking memorized by act 1 scene 2
we had to switch off every two scenes playing puck (who i chose only after the teacher wouldn't let me be lysander) (she also wouldn't let me be peter in the diary of anne frank when we read it) (and called me a nazi once) (fun year)
but the teacher didn't like me and absolutely loved ino bUT GUESS WHO WAS A BETTER PUCK
we were the shakespeare sisters p much no one liked it quite as much as we did and we got to do all the dialogues when the acting workshop people came in
anyway so outback was sort of awful
because there were no open seats at the table with all my friends even though i texted them all ahead of time asking them to save me and mariella seats?
and when i asked they were like "sorry yeah nate's more important than you"
and i sort of lost it
and with all the shit that happened today i might've relapsed
no and faggot and six pockmarks on my left hand
they say that the first time you self harm is the only time you choose to self harm and that is entirely true i hate this i hate it
and i don't want to tell him about it because i'm supposed to become less attached
on the phone this morning he said to himself don't let all your happiness be devoted to one person and that's how i knew he was reading through the freddilog
and i managed to fucking misgender my boyfriend
i am absolute trash there is no question about it
whenever i cough it tastes like blood
and all my friends hate me
happy saturday, everyone