I was reading confessions here, and mom asked me if i was reading a book. Said no, then i thought to myself that it would be a very interesting book
I just finished University. I feel good!
He is such a beautiful and wonderful person. He’s the closest thing to perfect there is. He’s so good and passionate at everything he does. Even when he’s just sitting down listening to music I look at him with heart eyes and I think, “Wow, what a lovely human being.”
I needed that call. I need to remember that a good deal of these customers are good people and not bitchass motherfuckers. That dude was cool. That felt good.
This Wednesday was my boyfriend and I’s six month anniversary and I wanted to get him something really cool. I decided to get him a Polaroid camera since he’s always talking about how much he would like to have one and I was feeling really proud and thought that there was no way whatever he was going to get for me would be able to top this super amazing camera. But, of course, I was wrong. Damn him. He really outdid himself this time. He took me to the ocean! Ahh, it was so much fun :-) I haven’t been to the ocean since I was twelve. His grandparents have this giant house that’s like a two-minute walk from the sea and they let us stay there for a night. We spent all day at the beach and walking around town. There was a psychic reader nearby and when we asked her to do a reading on us I couldn’t understand anything she was saying. It was all so vague, lol. At one point she said “I felt your happy energy as soon as you sat down” to me. It was kind of unsettling :c but also flattering. And she told me that my aura is pink and my boyfriend's is green. I don’t know what that means and I’m not even entirely sure what an aura is but it sounds interesting. I guess I’ll have to look it up sometime. Then at night time, we couldn’t sleep so we snuck out of the house while my boyfriend's grandparents were asleep and we went back to the beach. I forgot how fascinating the ocean is after midnight. It’s so dark that the water starts to look like ink and you can see the stars and planets so much better than you ever could in the middle of the city. We sat on the dock and talked about life and stuff for a long time. My sign language has gotten so good that there’s, like, no communication barrier between us at all anymore! He makes me feel so normal. Better than normal, even. We were talking about everything that the psychic lady had told us and trying to analyze it but then there was a huge wave and we got soaked. Scared the crap out of me. But it's funny now, looking back. And I can honestly say that kissing my boyfriend at the beach at one in the morning is my new favorite thing in the world :’) When we snuck back into the house it was four in the morning and we went to bed and I used his arm as a pillow and like, usually I wouldn’t do that because I like having space when I sleep but I was so happy that I didn’t even care. And we could still hear the ocean from the house and I was hyper-aware of how his chest would rise and fall in rhythm with the sound of the waves. I wonder if he was aware of that too, because for some reason I found that to be the most entertaining thing ever. Ahh I sound ridiculous. But everything was so amazing. Every tiny detail made me happy. Even the two-hour long drive back home became fun because halfway through my boyfriend pulled over and let me drive and it started to rain and I’ve never driven in the rain before. There was thunder and lightning and it was so cool. I honestly think that was one of the best days of my life so far. He makes me so happy in a way I’d never be able to put into words.
I actually enjoyed watching the show 13 reasons why
Perhaps this is the only place safe enough for me to say this, but even so, I'm still shaking at the idea of other people knowing what I'm about to say. My dad rapes me. Violently. At night time. He has ever since I turned 15, I'm 16 now. It doesn't matter to him that I am a boy, he just wants the sex. So, every night that I can, I leave home before he gets me and walk to a house that's a 25-minute walk away from our apartment. I sneak up to their attic and sleep on an old mattress that they have in there. Then in the morning, I climb down, and sneak out the same way I came in. The owners of the house don't know that I do this, and their kid is one of my classmates, who also doesn't know I do this. I know this is wrong. I know. But I have nowhere else to go. I don't have any friends or family. I can't sleep out on the benches or anything because the police wake me up and tell me to go home. And I can't tell the police about the rape because I have committed some crimes myself and if I ever report my dad, he will tell them about all the laws I have broken and send me to jail with him. It's his way of keeping me silent. He knows I can't tell anyone about the rape, which is why he does it so often and so confidently. I really am the worst kind of person. A weak, pathetic, selfish creep. But is it really that bad? To want to seek safety, at the discomfort of others? This is a question I ask myself every day. I don't know the answer. Morals are a complicated thing, I'll admit. I know what I'm doing is wrong to an extent, but does make it less evil if I'm only doing it to avoid being raped until I bleed? I don't know. I don't.
PLEASE STAWP!!! My friend has been rambling on via text about her boyfriend for the past hour and I’m barely even replying. At first it was because I was driving so I would only reply at a redlight but then it started to go on and on and on. If I don’t reply after a minute or two she’ll just keep going. When I try to change the subject she’ll just ignore everything I said and keep going on and on about it. I haven’t replied to her messages for 3 minutes and she’s already sent 13 of them. I’ll go reply haha or some one word answer and she’ll still force the subject for another 50 messages. Eventually I get tired of it because I just don’t care so i’ll leave her on read and she’ll still keep going. It’s getting on my nerves. I do not care. It is of no interest to me. If I don’t reply it’s because I don’t want to be apart of the conversation it doesn’t mean send me 30 messages. Yesterday she was rambling on about instagram which I don’t even use. After the 1st 10 minutes I ended up falling asleep. I woke up a few hours later to over 100 messages most of which were her going on about Instagram and then she changed the subject to some video she saw then went back to rambling about Instagram. I did not reply to any of it within that time I was asleep. It’s getting crazy I don’t know what else to do. You woule think she would get the hint after no reply for multiple hours to almost a hundred messages. GET A CLUE
the loss is so small, yet so big 💔🤰😢😔 Miscarriage@5wks
Would you take it if someone offered you to pretend to be their girlfriend and you get paid?