Unfortunately...

...Bullies still exist after high school...


And it doesn't get any easier.

I Can't Sleep.

My mind is racing.

One thing that I truly and honestly dislike about myself is the mere fact that, when I decide I "fancy" a boy, I find myself back in middle school. I go all "stoopid" revert to my pre-teen ways. And then there's the part where I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it. Remember I told you I've never been in a relationship? So I think about, well, what happens if I get in one? What then? What do I do? How do I act? And then I remember that there's a one in a million chance of it happening anyway, so why bother? And then I dig myself into this nasty funk where I hate everyone, especially those who are "in love." Because I'm twelve again, and that's completely normal and acceptable.

Ugly ducklings.

Now I'm going to "Stumble" because I still can't sleep.

These bell pepper halves are upset that I can't sleep as well.

I just wanna be like this:

This made me LOL.

Ok, fine, I'm going to bed.