I think I understand why I don’t have a lot of friends– nobody ever shares my interests.
I like to sleep and eat and read books and draw mushrooms and watch reruns of house and cry.
Who needs friends anyway?
why are you laughing?
did someone tell a joke?
I like jokes.
Number 1, I’m sorry, I did not realize that expressing my feelings made me a poser. I’ll have to remember that NEXT TIME I DECIDE TO GAF.
Two, I’m not even fat. I’m actually underweight for my height according to my doctor. But hay. What does he know? The opinion of a professional means nothing when you’ve got fafacts straight from the mouth of an ignorant idiot.
Three, I did not “mess around” with him. We are friends and nothing more. So we’re really close? Last i checked, the way I act with my best friend is not any of your business. You don’t even know what happened so don’t act like you do.
Four, who died and put you in charge of my relationship? I’m pretty sure I already knew that I don’t deserve his love. I’ve always known that. But hey, thanks for the reminder.
Five, I’m not hiding behind anything. But if I was, it wouldn’t be an anon button on tumblr because I’m not a freaking coward. My sarcasm isn’t a front. This is who I am. If you don’t like me, then GTFOMB.
And if it makes you feel good about yourself to know this, I do cry at night. Because I’m depressed. Not over faggots like you.
Okay, cool.