Bitches Be Like: Baking Brownies And Having Several Mental Breakdowns, Then Crying As They Eat Said Brownies

Bitches be like: baking brownies and having several mental breakdowns, then crying as they eat said brownies

Its me...I'm bitches

Did anybody else go to that one school where during gym class a girl got dragged across the whole fucking gym by her hair and people just kept fucking exercising like nothing was happening and we had like 9 fights in the last week of school alone? Anybody?

Me: tells myself for years on end not to get attached or make any friends because I'm going to end up killing myself and then fucking myself up because now I can't properly connect with people

Also Me: Why do I have a such a hard time making friends?

I've just gotten to the point where I'm not planning to tell my mom that I am trans but I'm not actively hiding it and if she finds out well then she finds out.

If your name is Mason and you buy a Mason jar then your name is already on your cup.

I could write a poetic ramble about how god abandoned me at 3am on hallows eve but we all honestly know that it happened during April when I was six years-old at 11:45, attending Sunday school when I realized existence in of itself is utter bullshit.