Silly Girls

If you want to lie, lie well. Okay, so something hilarious is going on. There's a lot of drama in such a small school, you know? Anyways, on Monday Z decided to stop talking to me. She yelled and insulted me and I did too, she had to shut up right? I'm surprised I didn't choke her, so she was only talking to F. I noticed right away and I knew exactly why; my theory was confirmed during first break.

I sat next to F and Z sat next to me and they were talking about my dream about S obviously without mentioning it, but it was easy to decipit. I had only told F, but I guess she told Z, which I anticipated and I'm quite happy about.

To make sure, though, I asked F, "Were you talking about the dream I told you?" and she said no, which was, a horrible horrible lie and I'm not sure what percentage of my class thinks I'm stupid but I can say that I'm an amazing liar (not taking any pride in it, it's just true) and I can spot lies from afar.

Anyways, I was already pissed at Z, but now I was pissed at F too. How dare they? Anyways, for the next break and the following day, I hung out with S instead. I told him about how Z thinks there's something going on between us (being S and I) and she's not talking to me and how extremely pathetic it all was, and how she kept on saying that she wanted to do some 'investigation' which is creepy as hell.

He also found out that she was stalking him through a fake facebook account, which is like, erm, do you not have a life? We're both sharing a laugh at this whole thing.

The best part is yet to come though.

So the next day, Wednesday, Z still isn't talking to me (in fact, during break instead of sitting next to me on the bench she went to another bench and was talking to F from there, epitome of immaturity) and it was pool day, she didn't swim, but F and I did, and so did S.

F told me that Z said I called her the other day, but wait a minute -- I haven't seen my phone since Sunday afternoon. That's when I lost it, but it also turns out that there's a very high chance that Brian, a guy she's always talking about, doesn't exist, which is just pathetic. I had already known that she was probably lying, because everytime I talk about wanting to see him she makes up some silly excuse. Also, she had said before that S had broken up with her for her older sister, because she had apparently searched her messages, and I knew she was lying but S just confirmed it.

So today, I asked her how on earth I could have called her when I've lost my phone, and she froze. She said I apparently kik'ed her, using my tab, and I asked to see the message, so she sat down for a very long time, claiming that it was updating, and when she brought it to me, I could tell that she:

- Created a fake account for me, using my facebook profile picture, but my kik picture is different
- Sent a message to herself, so it said four minutes ago, she tried covering it but I still saw it.

When I said that it obviously wasn't me, she said that maybe someone created a fake account, and I laughed and left it at that, because I didn't want to cause trouble yet. That's for tomorrow (today, really, it's past one in the morning). So she said I had also called her, and brought out her Blackberry and showed me where I had apparently called her, but on Blackberry's a green phone with an arrow means outgoing call right? And that's what was there. She had called me.

I pretended not to notice. No need for drama now.

And, after all this commotion, she's started talking to me again. I want to punch her in the face.

On the note of S, I feel really stupid because I can't stop thinking about him, and there's this thing I always do in my head:

- I really want to kiss him
- Who?

But what I think is never S's name, it's always a boy that I don't think I have a crush on, I don't even know.  I feel extremely stupid because none of them would ever like me, especially S, who was once again talking to me personally about how scary it was that I wanted to die. But death is so hauntingly beautiful.

Hey Mama

Hey Mom, guess what?

Fuck you.

Let me tell you something about my mother. She's an annoying ass rat and I'm probably going to go to hell for saying this, but I don't know, I don't care. I hate her guts.

Okay, so my mom gets angry when I don't clean the dining. Okay, no biggie, moms do that. Then she shouts and insults me for hours on end. I get pissed, but keep my insults in my head. Whatever, okay? It's not like I'm the only one it's happened to. Then she slaps me and gets a belt or whatever, "discipline" right? And okay, fine, once in a while great, teach me a fucking lesson. But that's all you know how to do, fucking shout and insult and beat and that's it. Then you do it some more when I say I hate you.

Great parenting you got there. And you wonder, 'What's wrong with you?'
Just so happens to be everything. I'd like to blame you because I'd like to blame someone, but God knows it's all me. Doesn't stop me from hating, though.

Because you know what mom, you can say, that even with my 3.8 GPA that I'm stupid, but please realize that I must have gotten that stupidity gene from someone, you or dad. Settle it amongsts yourselves please. And you know, I recently got an email concerning the final stages of my scholarship money, and it was sent to my dad & her. My dad couldn't view it on his Blackberry, but my mom was on her laptop and refused to open her email while frowning.

About that email though, apparently I didn't even get it, which means I am a failure. I was so certain about it, even. So I cut and cut again for yesterday, at Z's get together for her birthday. I ate too much. Less than most people, but too much.

I wanted to clean it up but got distracted, so my mom saw some blood and my scarred wrists. They're only scarred, I stopped cutting there a while ago, so I told her I must have fallen. But she said no, that they were too straight and only on my right hand, so it must be a razor. I said no, but apparently she'll ask anyone if they have a cut tomorrow morning, which I say she'll forget.

Blame Society

We all want to blame this epidemic on someone, something. This epidemic of eating disorders and depression, who's fault is it? And all fingers point to society. With the thin. but curvy females and just-right muscled men we constantly see on TV with those smiles always on their faces, even if they don't say it, they bring out the message, "You have to look like me to be happy."

So then we blame them. For a lot of things. Society killed the teenager, they say. And on the topic of eating disorders, there seems to be a popular gif on tumblr, that says, "Society, what have you done?" But please tell me, of the percentage of people that feels the need to be skinny, that sees those smiles plastered across faces, isn't it a relatively small but sadly growing percentage of people that have eating disorders?

Have you ever stepped out and tried to look at this from the Outside's point of view? I do, all the time, and I understand why there are such stigmas around eating disorders. Lately, whenever I throw away food I feel extremely guilty, because it's such a waste. They look at us and see us being obsessed with the numbers on the scale and the image in the mirror and look at all the dedication we have just to be skinny, they think, and even if they realize it's for control they look at us because we must look like some selfish, power hungry fools.

Can you imagine, if all this energy you put into this into this order, you put into something like Cancer research? Exactly.

But on a more personal stuff, I've been thinking about S a lot, and it bothers me. I don't like him, but I can't stop thinking about him, and like I said, I really want him to like me just to piss Z off. (By the way, she doesn't talk to me much about him anymore, mostly our friend F because I'm sure she thinks we're friends with benefits. It's good for her, let her think what she wants.)

Anonymous Messages

I never thought one senior could cause so much trouble. S, who I'm beginning to mention more than my own name, knows my tumblr. Well, I knew that a long time ago, I just never thought he paid attention to my messed up posts; guess what? He did.

So a few weeks ago he comes into my class and I'm on my Galaxy Tab as always, and in the middle of talking to someone he just looks at me and asks if I'm on tumblr. D (this really annoying girl that everyone hates and obviously has the hots for Seun) says with her ridiculous voice, "Yeah, I am." But he took her no regard, which I thought was funny and said, "I'm not talking to you." He then asked me directly if I was on tumblr.

I said no ('cause I wasn't, truly), but my heart was in my throat because if he mentioned tumblr in front of everyone, well.  . .

He ended up doing it a few days anyways. Once again, he was in my class, and while doing something on my tablet I suddenly asked F, the girl on front of me, "What does it feel like to die?" And I probably shouldn't have, because then he comes and says, "Tosin, do you want to die?" almost laughing.

And then I laughed too, because it's what I do and say no, but then he turns to the whole class in general and says, "You know this chick is suicidal right? She posts all this fucked up stuff on her tumblr, what is it again? 'tosinwashere'," he said, but my face, still smiling shook negatively. He guessed a little but then he obviously didn't know how to pronounce my URL so he left it, and D came in again saying yeah she had gone to my tumblr and it was 'scary'.

I cut in school for the first time that day. Because their reaction was too nonchalant.

Z noticed it after school, but didn't really say anything except, 'You cut,' and 'That's where the blood was from.' after which she went home.

Urgh, then he came again, and we started talking, and I kept on hiding my twitter everytime he looked my way, which he got upset about saying that he thought we were cool and I sighed and said that that doesn't mean I can't have my secrets.

He talked a lot about me & my suicidalness, but then he talked about Z, saying that he doesn't like her but he wants her back, that both her and her sister behave like sluts sometimes, and how stupid she was and some other stuff (and really, I agree with him). At the end, he said he didn't want her anymore, which made me happy.

This post is awfully long, but fe fi fo fum.

I told her part of what happened and left out a part which, after phrasing it, made it seem like S and I have something Top Secret going on, like FWB or something, I don't even know. It wasn't on purpose, I don't think.

Later that day; I got an anonymous message telling me to love myself and shit, but I don't even understand. He seems to not care, and then care at the same time, and now I want him to like me because then he won't like Z, and nobody's ever liked me before, I don't think.

New Lives

Does anyone here have a MyFitnessPal? I do, although I haven't logged in ages due to my non-stop binging.  There are tonnes of nice people on there (although there are some really annoying ones too, they're everywhere eh?). A few weeks ago I deleted practically all my friends, including the ones that I talked to a lot, because I just got bored.

I mean, a lot of people always like to stay in one particular place with a particular group of people that they want to be with till the end of time, which is silly, because things are bound to change; as for me? I like to switch schools, friends, etc often because I like the idea of starting a new life, even though I know you can't ever really leave the past behind.

I'm not exactly sure what my personality is; every time I do this I always change. It's sad and addicting, because with this brings attention, the very thing I thrive on.

At first a few people messaged me, more than I thought would, asking, Why? But what was I supposed to say,  I enjoy the attention? That doesn't go over well with most people. So I made up a little sob story, came flowing out of my fingers, just like that.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Another Dream

A Year Eleven, S, is dating Z (the letters may be getting confusing, but fee fi fo fum) and they've had an on and off relationship since October, they fight way too much in my opinion, and Z is always complaining and wailing about him talking to other girls and everything, which is really irritating, but at the same time I like it, because it feels good to know that I get all the gossip firsthand and immediately.

Either way, it's been annoying me. Just a little. 

Last term I talked about doing stupid shit with S (while he was dating Z, shhh) and earlier before that, I had a  dream about him, aha, which was really stupid because I don't like him (I know when I don't like someone, it's either all or nothing for me, and this is most definitely nothing) but whatever. I actually told him though because it bothered me at the time.

And then, a few days ago, I had another dream about him.

More like a series of dreams to be honest.

I can't even remember them, which really sucks. I want to at least know what happened in it aha.

At this time Z and S were off, but today, yes today, they broke up again. And then S came to talk to me and said how Z and I are fucked up, because he found out about her other boyfriends, and I was the one that 'introduced' this thing to her, and I got really angry and said that he should stop associating me with her, that why does everybody do that, that I don't like her and that neither he nor she knows anything about me (which is silly, because, I found out that he found my tumblr). 

Whoops.

I can't blame anybody for doing that, associating me with her, and saying we're best friends, but it still makes my skin crawl, which is hilarious. And I'm getting really annoyed with her and I'm getting to the point where I'm about to do things I probably shouldn't. 

Yesterday everyone said I was mean, yeah no shit sherlock.