The roads are never quiet. Even in the middle of the night somebody is always driving. Someone is always going somewhere. Yesterday I told my stepbrother that I really wished I had m&m’s and he said he really wished he had lifesaver gummies, but only the wild berry flavored ones. Not the normal ones. It was one in the morning and our parents were watching television and we were wearing our sleeping clothes already. But we walked to the convenience store because we weren’t tired and nobody would care if we left. The man behind the cash register knew sign language and it made my stepbrother happy, which made me happy. I ate the m&m’s while we were walking back to the house but I told my stepbrother that I didn’t want to go back home just yet and he didn’t either so we walked around for a while. It was less warm than it usually is. I don’t know if that’s because it was so late at night or if fall is finally coming but I was glad. There was a cat with a little piece of her ear missing and she let us pet her and she rubbed herself on our legs like she was happy too. We went to the park and sat on the swings and just existed together. I have never been to the park at one in the morning while wearing my pajamas. It’s fun. I know that if we had normal parents we wouldn’t have been allowed to leave the house so late like that. But we don’t have normal parents. And sometimes that makes me sad. But if we had normal parents I wouldn’t get to do things like this. And I would have never met the cat with the piece of her ear missing. And my stepbrother wouldn’t have smiled the way he smiled when he and the cash register man had a conversation in American Sign Language. And I would have never known that the park that I go to almost everyday is so different at night time, or that even in the middle of the night someone is always going somewhere. So sometimes I think it’s okay that our parents are the way they are. Because I get to experience little things like this that most kids aren’t allowed to experience. And these little things can make me very very happy.
I've only ever dated girls before, but I recently discovered that I'm bisexual and started dating a boy a few weeks ago. He took me to this amusement park where there was a haunted house. There was a guy with a fake chainsaw that jumped out to scare us and I got startled and screamed. My boyfriend was standing behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and moved me away from the man with the chainsaw while laughing. We held hands when something scary happened and made out when it was dark. He is taller than me so he makes me feel safe. It feels so good to be the one being protected instead of being the one who protects someone else, the way it was when I dated girls. I think I'm so much happier dating my boyfriend than I ever was with my girlfriends. I feel like this is how it should have been all along. I really am happy.
I have an A-line bob cut and when I put it in a ponytail it looks like the tail of a swallow.
I'm away from a month and when I come back, I find four trashbags surrounded by countless fruit flies in the kitchen. What. The. FUCK, SIS!?
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While I still like many aspects of atheism as a concept, I just can't be an atheist anymore. Inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, I was forced to realize that the sheer grandness of the universe may hold things that should not be, yet are. I don't care about Cthulhu and other of lovecraftian gods,for those are mere works of fiction, yet I dread what might linger in higher dimensions, for quantum science seems to indicate those are real.
When I watch porn, I feel like I need hardcore stuff to get off, and I love it - but only until I climax. As soon as I come down I feel disgusted and sad by what I was watching.