There is this kid named Nathan in my homeroom that I absolutely cannot stand.

He always used to go around in middle school bragging that he was in stage crew.
So for every school performance, he would basically set up.
I always thought it was funny that he bragged about being in stage crew when they were just the performers bitch.

Dear iPad,

“Disconnect from ALL the internets!” is not a thing.

My computer is my best friend.

I completely agree with Slago and her ideas of being an introvert and paranoia.

My day, typically, consists of me sitting in my room from the time I get home from school till the time I go to sleep. I just prefer being by myself. And on top of that, I’ve always had problems being in social situations.

I didn’t go to Kennywood yesterday because I have a serious problem being with large crowds of people. I went to Kennywood two years ago and had a panic attack and just generally felt uncomfortable around the large groups of people. I mean, I go to school with 2000 people but something about that day just really wigged me out. And I fear going to college is going to complicate that.

I also have problems with paranoia. I know it’s typically irrational and I get worried over nothing but when I walk down the halls at school, if I hear people laugh or giggle, I always tend to think they are laughing at me. It’s not like it’s after an embarrassing situation or anything, it’s just when I walk down the hall.

I sat in V’s class last year and I heard Kevin and Doug say my name for something. And I even heard there conversation and they weren’t making fun of me or anything but I got really paranoid.

Speaking of V’s class and going back to the introvert problem, V told me that I cheated on my paper last year. I knew I hadn’t cheated and there was no way that I could have got the idea from anyone because I knew exactly where I got the idea, but when she called my name and told me I cheated, I broke down. People looked at me and I felt really, really self-conscious and I kind of freaked out. It just wasn’t good.

I’m weird. Get over it.

I may be bad

But I’m perfectly good at it.

Ted: It's ineffable
Natalie: You don't think I'm effable!
Ted: No! It means it can't be explained.


#as in fuckable for those of yall who don't get it  #you bastards  

I walked through fire and didn’t get burned

There is this tree two houses down from me that creaks like an old, rickety house and it’s really creeping me the fuck out.

My life is a morally gray area.