I like boys and girls. All my friends know I have no sexual preference. There is just one little problem. Actually a really big problem. My mother. All my life she has told me everyone has to be heterosexual. Gays are going to hell. End of story. But as I started maturing I noticed I wasn't just looking at boys. And now I have accepted that I am bi. How should I tell my mom? Will she still accept me? And is it that important for her to know?

Slowly falling,
Losing sight of all she has accomplished.
Music plays lound in her headphones,
Expressing what she won't say.
She dosn't know how to keep trying,
So she just sits there.
Staring at nothing,
Thinking of what has happened and whats to come.
Her thoughs become crowded,
Until it feels like she has to swim through glue to do anything.
She trys to think of ways to clear her thoughs,
But only knows one way,...

So, random thoughts......I wonder why i'm always so freaking tired even though i sleep plenty. And why i always have headaches. Probably from stress. Food helps though. *noms on pizza* I forgot to tip the delivery guy. Damn. Oooooooh, a kitty! Abby, come here kitty. Nope. >.> Maybe, i'm crazy or something. That'd be nice. Because then i'd be unpredictable. Ok, gonna go watch Resident Evil 4 now and paint my nails. Bye. :-P

It's not quite 9:00am. And I'm still not sure if I'm meant to put my clocks back or forwards an hour this weekend, so I shall google it sometime before Sunday.

My WRAP graduation is this morning. I really need to poop. But I'm waiting for a person to come and drop off my key, and I can't be otherwise occupied OR leave the house until I have my key. My new flatmate moved in yesterday, and her CSW borrowed my key so she could get a copy of it cut, because none of the keys my property...

I wonder if in another life i was some kind of evil queen or elf or something. Because i often find myself thinking of destroying the world and i love heights and climbing trees. The heights and climbing trees thing is suppose to be the evil elf thing. It would be pretty damn cool to have some kind of super strength or power that i haven't discovered yet. Hehe. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way or thinks the same thing. Maybe, we're all just living out another persons life and it's a cycle....

I really, really hate my body at the moment.
It's all wrong. It's too curvy, too girly, too short, not muscly enough.. I can't fix it either. I've been working out, I tried eating right, and I spiral back into binge eating because it makes me feel miserable. I'm never going to get taller. My feet aren't going to grow. Even if I transition I'll still probably not fucking pass because I'm tiny. Which sucks so much.
And at the moment my hair is too girly, my mum won't let me where masculine...

Oh well.

I'm still very depressed.
Do you know how I managed to eat, shower, and brush my teeth last night?

I got stoned.
Do you know how I layed in bed for a couple of hours listening to music calmly and then eventually slept?
I got stoned with synthetic (legal) weed.

Do you know how I managed to not cut last night?
Yeah, I was off my face.

So I didn't take the quetiapine for one night. Only me and the internet...

I have this aching emptiness.

Like rain that just won’t go away.

My emotions are turned off.

The way I used to feel about things is nothing like the way it was before.

Now, I just.. don’t care.

About anything.

I almost have to fake my love for those whom love me.

Because I can’t feel.

I can’t let myself feel anything because if I do, ‘it’ makes it real.

And then...

I find it funny and interesting that even though i share my laptop with my mom and sometimes my sister, they never notice the sites i've been on. Like ones like this one and others for depression and movie site where i watch movies like Suicide Room. Haha. Guess i'm the invisible women. Lovely. *vanishes* With this ability, i shall destroy my enemies! Mwhahahahaha! >

I find it interesting that people say i look beautiful and skinny, yet they still call me fat or tell me how something is unhealthy for me. There's only 1 person in this world that doesn't give a fuck about how i look...or atleast i think he does. It's hard to tell sometimes...why do people like to play games? Is that all i am to them? A toy? And i mean that in almost every way possible. But i've decided to stop hurting myself. Because afterwards i just feel worse. I wonder if insulting myself in...