Perfection Problems

I told myself I would write a post before April ends -- then the night of May 1st. But I guess the morning of the 6th works just as well. In a way, I'm kind of glad I stalled -- I like long, infrequent posts, and if I had posted then then I would have waited some time before posting what happened recently.

One, I hate my teachers. All of them think I'm "following" Z, which is silly, because, I'm the brain behind everything she does -- she copies everything I do, even when she wasn't talking to me I had that power over her. And they say, too, that she's manipulating the class, which is extremely stupid, because she's not smart enough for that and once again, does nothing on her own.

Z also thought that S was going to ask her out again, (he laughed so hard at this), and then lied to a classmate saying that she was staying after school because he said that he wanted to tell her something (also, laughed at this).

I've had lots of dreams, too. There was one in the car where I was half asleep and I checked my phone and saw a message from S saying how he loved to talk to me, then another with S and I in a field about to kiss and my brother popped up from nowhere. There were lots others, too. .

Funny thing about S, is that he triggered me once, I think, recently. I say I think because I never really understood what triggering actually is. But, a few days ago he called me a "standard babe" to which I felt like cutting my hips and wrists and ankles because all I could think was, no, I'm not one at all, I'm horrible and disgusting!

I don't even know what I want to look like anymore, because all I want to be is perfect, but there are people  bigger than me that I think are perfect, then people much smaller than me that I still think are perfect, and all I want to be is perfect, and I'm not even sure that if I ever get skinny I will attain that.

I know it's not real, but there has to be some kind of perfection in my mind.

Another example of perfection is when I made out with S in my dad's car, early morning on May 4th. He came around 2AM and left at about 4AM. We talked for an hour, and made out / cuddled for another. I was practically vibrating when he left.

I'm sure he got caught though, and both the session in the car and what could happen has been on my mind since. Practically the only thing on my mind.

Funny enough, today (yesterday) at Teen Church I was getting screened for a work group, and I was asked if I had troubles in fornication, and oral sex, which is really a yes but I said no. I had to. I have kept up the perfect girl reputation at my church, and I knew the workers would look at me differently.

In fact, I didn't even know I lied till a few moments after I did.

I'm Overweight

I'm certain that my current weight is now higher than my unidentified highest weight. It's crazy. I've gained ten pounds since February, when I weighed at a hospital. I want to kill myself. Now I'm overweight. It's a much needed wake up call. I'm going to stop binging, purge more, and starve more.

In relation to the Boston Bombing, I'm not really shocked. I'm always wondering why it doesn't happen more often that it does. I'm not saying I want things like this to happen, I just look around and think, wow, so nobody here has the intention of killing? 

I take everyday we don't go without these as a blessing. You're never safe. My paranoia has taught me one thing, at least.

Also, I'm not impressed by the concern. There was concern for the Newtown & Colorado shooting, but that quickly did out, like the fad it was. It bothers me that people never 'care' for long, and then shout at me for not caring at all. In the end, we all end up in the same place.

I also deactivated my tumblr and came back under a new username. I follow S on there and he follows me, and I think what I say bothers him. He's even started writing sub text posts. Whatever. He also thinks I'm arrogant or something, and that I'm angry because we talked the whole of Easter break and suddenly he stopped. I'm not angry. It was to be expected and just because you're not talking doesn't mean anything. At all. Not to me.

 I got really pissed. I don't know why. I'm pissed at everyone. I start school Today, and I really want to talk to him so that I can get closer and try to mess with his mind. As for Z, she's talking to me more and I hate it. She should go hide in  a corner. It's probably because I'm not talking to S often and she's let go of me dating him thing. Nah, she shouldn't get too comfortable. Because I'm going to fuck with everyone this term. 

Another thing is that I've been really close to crying but haven't. I almost had a breakdown in class during our extra lessons last week. Seriously. I haven't cried since Feb. 21st. I really don't want to cry, although it will make me feel better a bit, it will also make me feel more pathetic.

I really want to run away. It's been on my mind 24/7, but I can't even get out of the estate alone. I want to go. I want to leave.

Fearful Ways.

Let me be the first to comment on my hatred of fear. It wraps you up in a blanket and never let's you go; fear is the reason I haven't posted on here in more than a month. Fear, or as the doctors call it, paranoia is what keeps me from becoming close friends with anybody, what keeps me from telling secrets and what causes my wall to be bullet proof and indestructible. Fear.

God, I'm scared of so many things it scares me. My paranoia rules my life and I never really noticed until a few weeks ago, when I finally faced the fact that I did not hate relationships, nor do I really hate people, but I'm scared of them. After this I finally confessed to myself how much more I was fearful of.

 One thing was how scared I am of someone, everyone, finding this blog and all my anon accounts, it scares me so much every time I want to make a post on here or tumblr or twitter, it scares me enough to just want to deactivate everything and hide out in a ball and let my thoughts consume me. Without all these outlets, I'd literally be dead.

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.

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.

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.

See Ya Later

Here's to the crying late at night,

To the foolish parents,

To smelling glue,

To the continuous cuts.

Here's to happiness that I'm afraid of,

Here's to help I don't deserve,

Here's to non-existent friends,

Here's to me not fighting,

Because I do nothing but beat the air.

I'll be back within 30 days, preferably less, I want to get away from my family because they are the weights holding me back. My grant is on its way, and I'm hopping off this fat train once it arrives.

“It is of no use,” says the Preacher, “It is all for nothing!” 
 Ecclesiastes 12:8

Kiss & Don't Tell.

I don't know why but I just thought of what happened on Tuesday. It was the last day of school. I was like the second person in my grade that was there -- there are only 5 people in the whole of my school's freshman year, mind you. So it was me, Funmi (foo-me) and Joseph right? And I'm pretty sure Funmi and Joseph like each other but are trying not to.

Anyways, so they were I'm going to say flirting throughout the day -- well, it wasn't really flirting. You know those extremely cheesy romantic comedy where the two leads hate each other and are always play-fighting and in the end, end up falling in love with each other. That is the only way to explain it. That's exactly how they were acting.

This really annoying sophomore walks in (he always does that, he's that fucking annoying) our class and goes over to Joseph, right? And I don't know what he did but Joseph said, "Emmanuel I don't like that kind of play." And fucking jokingly, I said, "Gay play" without even knowing what he did. I mean, it was just the first thing that popped into my head and then out of the mouth.

Then out of the blue, Emmanuel throws his shoe at me and if fucking scuffs my white uniform shirt. Plus, it hurt. Just a little, but still. I was pissed. Like, fucking pissed. I pounced on him. Used my fat ass to drag him to the floor. Joseph went to call the junior, Seun (shay-oon) (but in reality he'd be considered a senior because my school stops at Year 11) because it was apparently that funny.

The moment Seun walks in, he drags me so that we're like spooning standing up and facing front? I don't even know how to explain it. And asks, "Babe what's going on?"

Pause.

There are two girls missing, right? They both like Seun and it's so obvious. One is Zimaye, and everyone thinks we're best friends but I really don't like her, and then Dami which I and everyone openly hates. Zimaye is dating Seun. She's so annoying about it. Like, if he talks to her she complains that he's too clingy. And if he doesn't she complains that he's a horrible boyfriend. Earlier in the relationship, she cheated, a lot. She might still cheat now. I don't know.

Play.

I'm laughing my head off in my mind, and I'm sure Funmi was too. I told him what happened, blah blah blah, and he told Emmanuel off. I still fought him (Emmanuel) though, and my panties were showing. Seun made sure to point it out and kept on looking, and I told him I didn't care.

So in the end, we chased Emmanuel out, and we played truth or dare right? I told Funmi to kiss Seun. They did. Joseph told Seun to squeeze my boob. He did. We asked if Joseph liked Funmi. He blushed. When it was my turn, everyone had left so it was just me and Seun. So I said, "Dare me."

And he didn't say a word, he just took be behind the bookshelf and started making out. I don't even like making out. I don't like him and I don't hate Zimaye. I think it's hilarious though, you guys don't even understand. I'm such a horrible 'friend'. I'm a horrible person. I'm not telling Zimaye. She'll freak and I don't have the strength to deal with that shite.. Gosh, I don't even care about anything.

I'm such a bitch and that doesn't bother me.