putting plan: fuck both my art teacher’s sons to spite him in place
the only time anyone ever took me seriously and listened to me was when i was in the hospital and people were like o shit leah might die we better help her
and now i’m sitting here feeling just as hopeless as i did the last time i was taken to the hospital except now i’m not medically fucked up like i was
either way i want to die so
i want a boy who is the exact opposite of my ex
like dont get me wrong i loved tb and he’s a good person but fuck he was an awful boyfriend
i guess the good that came out of that was that i now know what i don’t want in a boyfriend?
when i’m bored i watch people row and if that isn’t the most philly-raised thing you’ve heard (besides ‘i eat cheesesteaks for breakfast’) (which is worth it btw) than i don’t know what is