Feathers.

Y'know what? My mental health can fuck right off, seriously. Little things have sent me off into crying fits recently and it's starting to do my fucking head in. Like, before, my friend mentioned this question thing they've got going on twitter, and she randomly said, "Hey look at my answers!" So I did and I totally didn't understand why she'd sent it me. There was only one thing of relevance to me on there and I'd already told her that I'd seen it. I think sometimes she wants to remind me that she is more popular than I am. Woohoo.

But, anyway, yeah, that pissed me off.

I also can't be bothered with Becky Bitch in my theater studies class. Seriously, she can go and take a hike because it's getting to the point where I want to slap her every time that I look at her. I think I offended her by being a little eccentric...oh, and by being bisexual. Well she can seriously fuck off because I have dealt with enough shit in my life when it comes to my sexuality and to how I act. I've given up on pretending to be something I'm not and am trying to accept myself again - so I really don't fucking need little shitheads like her, making it obvious that she doesn't like me and that she wants to make things uncomfortable for me and for my friends.

It's little things that she does, like making comments about how she's added everyone she likes on facebook (bearing in mind that she hasn't added me), not giving me a Christmas card (whilst making sure that I see her giving other people one) and by calling me "half normal" when I told her that I was bisexual - originally she thought I was a lesbian and, so, would have been a complete weirdo apparently. Fucking stupid.

I think I need to go back on pills. I've had enough.