I Know Nothing!

Pirate shit, fuck are they gonna do?

Ive had an almost but not quite bad day. Jazz band was good and I woke up okay, if not tired. I left the social studies sheet at school and it's due tomorrow :/ The art teacher left everyone have a free for all on unclaimed pieces from last semester, most of the good stuff was taken before I got there but I did get a left over print that was nice. I've been working on a writing project that I hope I finish, I've actually enjoyed writing it so far. I can't wait till the week end, I think I'll go to the library :)

My social life can be described with the phrase "odds and ends", partially because the phrase itself is about random/extra small things, and also because all the people I know are either weird as shit or absolutely fucking hate me.

I read a plethora of webcomics and the only I can remember what day of the week it is, is solely based off of when each webcomic updates.

I realize that nothing i do on tumblr is really “academic”, thats because im just someone who doesn’t like the current state of the world, likes finding out things; science, mythology, moral, and everything human. And enjoys the general ideal of a academic and chaotic lifestyle

My brain always wants me to do something, and usually I will eventually get to doing that thing, or I just find something else to do instead and forget about it.

Me at the beginning of the school year: I fucking hate the guys they're so transphobic, I don't feel safe at school. Atleast the girls are nice..

Me now: screw the guys, the girls are assholes. You're not the fucking victim here you prick. Don't try to tell me to "Stop being so negative" I will break your fucking ankles. YOU SAID GAY BEST FRIEND LIKE IT WAS A GOOD THING??? unironically too, wtf. And I suppose Im sorry for being a little stingy when you asked if my pronouns were they/them, you almost gave me fucking anxiety attack over that. (Props to ya use they/them, that's super cool and prolly really sexy) I've been out for the past two to three years and you've only properly met me and been introduced to me after I came out, my pronouns have been he/him for a long while. And don't think about "how could I be homophobic if my uncle is trans"

I'm genuinely astonished you weren't paying attention enough to get transphobic and homophobic right. Also that's got the same energy as "how can I be racist? I have a black friend." Like what made you think that's an intelligent answer?

She's lucky for ta couple things. One, that I have restraint and have worked on my anger management since last year. And two, that I got too stressed to even bring it up to a teacher. The thought of having to explain how someone is being mean to me makes me feel like I'm going to cry, and I don't like that.

I have now officially used tumblr (and YouTube comment sections) to build up my self confidence. I'm now half way between a cuck and a god, there is no better way to exist than now.

I love the fact that I’m using this cesspool of chaos and showers to build up my self confidence. 

So a while ago I gave this kid that always sits on their own small hand-drawn picture of the plush ghost with "have a good day :)" written on it