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Sometimes…

Sometimes, I just want to go back to sixth grade. I was happy with who I was, at least comparatively. I didn’t care that I dressed awkwardly, I was comfortable. I didn’t care if people stared, I was just being me. I miss all the friends I had back then, all the awesome people I knew and loved. We’ve pretty much all separated since then, either by growing apart or by being forced apart because they moved or went to a different school or took different classes. They were some of the best friends I’ve ever had - I had fun with them, and didn’t feel like I had to try to make them like me or keep them around. I miss that.

Sometimes, I just want to be someone else. Not entirely, though; I just want to have been born a boy, to be him instead of me, or I want to have been born with blue eyes or some slight difference, because it’s the slight differences that make the difference in our lives. I just want to be slightly different sometimes, and live that life instead of this one.

Sometimes, I think way too much.

Sometimes, I’m way too hard on myself and others.

Sometimes, I do stupid shit.

Sometimes, I misread situations and wind up making them a whole hell of a lot worse than they were to begin with.

Sometimes, I hate myself and the things I do.

Sometimes, I love everything about me. I wish my whole life could be made of nothing but times like that, but I know it can’t be, because then, life would be boring and I’d kill myself out of boredom.

Remember when I discovered the lost tomb known as the floor of my room?

I found another one. This one is called the surface of my desk. It’s amazing luck that there are so many lost tombs in my room…

Oh hey this looks pretty good so far, now I’ll just add the hand and-

gpoy

(Source: heyitspj, via whatsarahsaidx3)

OH MY GOD YES.

fangirlingforeverz:

korraaa:

unsuccessful-metalbenders:

Oh….

NEVER-FUCKING-MIND.

I swear to God you are a flawless human being.

Gpoy the entire fandom.

THIS.

(via cottonball)

I just died.

One of my favorite artists EVER (and by EVER, I mean EVARRRRRRRRRRRRR) remembered me and my love for his Webcomic and made it a point to tell me that there were new pages up! Oh my god I’m dying over here this is unreal.

You know, I just realized something about my depression.

It made me not want to play the video games I used to love, like Nintendogs. Now I’m having fun with the new version, Nintendogs+cats. Because it’s actually fun. I’m wishing I hadn’t gotten rid of Pokemon Black, because I want to play it again, even though I know how the story goes. I’m getting into video games again. Not necessarily hardcore games, but…it’s the gaming I’m used to. The kind that makes me happy. It’s weird, but…my depression made me not want to be happy. It has its own survival instincts, but I’m starting to win. I’m starting to win.

Oh, look, your bureaucracy is showing.

So, today, I tripped on the stairs as I was going to class and I bashed my thumb against the stair. (Take note: My thumb.) I went to my classroom, dropped off my stuff, and got my teacher’s permission to go to the nurse. I knew it wasn’t broken or anything, but I still needed ice, and it was already bruising. And bleeding a little. So I got to the nurse, and she’s like, “OK, here’s your ice, but you’re going to have to fill out an incident report. And you can’t go to gym today.” I was like, “OK, I’ll go— wait. What. Incident report?” Essentially, her reply was this: “Our building hurt you, so we have to cover our asses and not get sued.”

Oh, the bureaucracy. It amuses me to no end.