My name is Abbi, I'm 17 years old and a junior in high school.
United States: Michigan.
I've been struggling with self harm since 8th grade, but I have been in recovery since April 30, 2012. I suffer from depression and suicidal thoughts, and as this blog is my venting place, it can be a little triggering sometimes.
My interests include playing my trumpet, playing softball, reading, writing, watching Criminal Minds, playing Pokemon, and listening to music. Especially listening to music. I like music.
I also have two pet tarantulas, and they're one of my favorite animals, so they'll undoubtedly pop up here quite a bit.
I love horses and I used to ride but can't anymore due to being too busy.
I work at a local pizzeria and I absolutely adore my job.
I like dragons and other mythological creatures so they will probably pop up on my blog from time to time. I have a thing for animals of any kind, really.
I also love Jesus :) I am a Christian, but I'm not the kind to go around preaching and shoving Jesus down people's throats. Respect my beliefs and I'll respect yours.
I'm going to France in June of 2014!
So yeah, I don't bite, and I'm always here for anyone who needs to vent or who needs advice!
what do you say when someone asks what you’re doing and you’re reading homosexual fanfiction based off of a book written 150 years ago
Tell them you’re reading a transformative work based on late Victorian literature that questions traditional views of gender and sexuality.
That was fucking beautiful
Holy crap, I have a lot to catch up on….umm ummm….When did I write last? Wednesday night? Damn…
Alright then, this might take a little while, and be a little long.
Life has been really, really good the past few days you guys. If life was like this more often, I’d be a really happy camper.
someone saying that they’ve missed you
or that they appreciate you
or that something reminded them of you
basically someone making you feel that they’ve thought of you and that you being around means something to them
how to be a good student:
- care about your grades
- do your work
how to have a school-related mental breakdown:
- care about your grades
- don’t do your work
guess what I do
I just want someone to kiss my scars and promise me that everything will be okay, even if I know it won’t.
Sometimes, I wish I could ban my students from saying the word “gay” unless we’re specifically talking about homosexual people. Today one kid said that the ceiling was gay. Ceiling can’t be gay. Ceiling can’t even be straight. Ceiling is ceiling. Ceiling’s sexual preference is light bulb.