The world is full of douche-bags...

I just had no idea that most of them were my fucking friends.


Tell me I'm crazy, but seriously.


I was in the auditorium atrium this morning, as per usual, sitting with numerous amounts of people. I was telling Rachel a story about a guy who had his testicles chopped off and committed suicide after realizing he wasn't female, and she just kinda walked away. So I was like, what the fuck, I'm talking. And Brady was like, well, maybe you just tell really stupid stories that have no point. And I snapped. After that, I'd say something, anything, including to tell people that I liked their outfits, and no one would respond. So I sat with Sharpie because he loves me, and talked with him.

Marcus is a douche because he hasn't talked to me in over three weeks.

Chris is a douche because he signed off without telling me bye.

My mom is NOT a douche, because she is letting me go to a party AND a concert this weekend, AND is helping me make my kick-ass fairie costume.


Ben Taylor is NOT a douche, because he's helping me with my Sociology project in November by pretending to be my fake baby's daddy.

I hate crying.



Fuck you all, and if you care enough, you'll call and apologize for your douche-ee-ness. Douche.



This is exempt to all of my U-High Friends and co-workers, and Marion, and Shane and Ben Sharples and Ben Taylor.