We are who we love, not who loves us.

I think I’ve already quoted that once before in my diary, but it matters more now.

I went online this morning, and got depressed that someone else thinks I’m gay.

But I’m not. And I don’t know why I’m so scared of people thinking it.

Today just sucked. Just not a happy day, just a why day, just a don’t be near me kind of way day, I don’t know.

I don’t care what you think anymore, and I can say that all I want, because it’s not true. It’s not.

I can’t get over other people.

No point to this entry, but Sarah. Yeah. I don’t know, meonshe:top sheonme:somewhere.

I don’t know. I don’t want to publish this but I will.

This entry is bad in the same way my day is.

A lot of gas with no shit behind it.

I wanna be the last one there and the first one to leave and vice versa.