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-my dad, to my sister, less than 20 feet from me.
I am the /only/ queer person in the house.
I am the /only/ queer person in our imedient family.
He's didn't need to say it like.... That.
It wouldn't hurt so much if it hadn't been almost a year since the last time I heard say something anti-lgbt+ but it has been a while and I thought he might not say that- at least not in front of me.
Aaaaaaaah, I used up 4 pages of my journal last next while feeling shitty.
Regrrrrreeeeeettt thaaaaaaat sooooo muuuuuccchhhhh, uggggghhhhhhhhhhh
Whatever,, though, because scribbling mimicked scratching, so I did that instead, scribbling, I mean.
I have some... feelings about the Carry on sequel that I have to wait two years for.
Me: *finds a thing that i like that isnt problamatic unless taking out of context and given malicious intent through biased descriptions*
Person: *does that*
Me brain: you are no longer allowed to like this thing because if you do then you're a terrible person and your inevitable murder is justified because you'd deserve it.
Me: ... ok..
ODD(Oppositional Defiant)
OCD(Obsessive Complulsive)
ADHD/ADD(Attention Deficit)
GAD(General Anxiety)
SSAD(Severe Social Anxiety)
How many things can one person be, and still need further testing?
I'm feeling too disorderly.
Way does functional have to be normal?
I missed the entire service because my nephew was being loud/giggly/fussy and I offered to walk around the church lobby and outside for a bit to see if he's calm down.
He didn't.
I missed the entire. Fucking. Service.
I was actually relieved at first but then almost immediately get super pissed about it, because this is someone that I was friends with when I was like 3-9 years old and he killed himself and I MISSED HIS GODAMN FUNERAL.
What the fuck am I supposed to do except be fucking pissy???
Long story short: I'm being a bitch because I didn't do something that I didn't even want to do.
So I really like this song-The Balled of Sara Berry" from 35mm- and I drew fan art for it and was showing said drawing to my friends as well as explaining the song-spoiler:pepl die
The school took me talking about/drawing about a song as a threat.
It is because of this that I won't be at school tomorrow and might not be there Wednesday either. Me and my parents have already started planning/preparing for me to start homeschooling.
Not gonna lie, I'm sad but not regretful.
Oh, and they fabricated a bogus story about what happened even after I explained it and acted like I was changing my story when retold them the same thing.
And they went through my journal. Which is full of vent art.
My vents are usually self-hate from 3rd person, which I guess they took as me threatening others.
I talked about a fucking song.
I didn't flaunt a gun.
I didn't say I was going to hurt anyone.
I talked. About. A. Song.
It's gonna be a bad day.
I wish I was still sick.
I'm staying home.
It doesn't feel right.
I don't like this.
It doesn't matter.