I had an amazing time in Quebec and it was nearly a perfect week. Things have been pretty good since I got back, too... I went to Jake's mom's bridal shower and met a bunch of his family, hung out with ALEXANDER because he's finally home (BIG YAY..and emily and connor too) and hung out with a new friend who goes to my school. I am mentioning all this briefly to prove that I am not a miserable person who is miserable all the time, because my last post was very positive and a week and a half after that was very positive... I don't know why I feel the need to defend myself in my own blog, but I'm doing it anyway. But, yeah I may post something with more detail about Quebec later when I'm in a better mood, but not right now...

I can't do a single fucking thing anymore without someone making me feel like shit about it. I don't get it. I think I'm supposed to spend these shitty years in a cardboard box reading the bible or something... but no, I'm not supposed to, because obviously that would mean I'm a close-minded homophobe.

I'm trying so hard to please as many people as possible lately, but that's just fucking impossible because everyone has a completely opposite view from the other person. Not to mention my uncle is visiting this weekend and apparently he talks to my mom like we're both "drunk sex fiends". GREAT, MORE JUDGEMENT. Everyone just fuck right off and let me think for myself.
fnjdkgnkdfgnrtkjngkrjgnek fucking double standardsss. My brain is so frustrated right now, I thought blogging would help but it's just making it harder to form sentences. I'm so stressed I want to get high, but I can't do that, because if you do drugs you're automatically a bad person, so instead I'll just do something else stupid that'll make me feel like shit later. Okay.