I keep having thoughts like "final girl sqx" "sqx actually has all the hallmarks of a silent hill mc" "what would sqx be like as a dbd survivor" and I think I've figured out what to do here. I should just dress them up real pretty and then plop them down in an endless forest inhabited by ravenous beasts that range from pitiable in their nature to things that hunt just to feel a life shatter between their teeth. And then take detailed notes on whatever comes from that.
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if i can be so truthful rn.me and simones best friends this year really is this group of freshmen. okay 2 are sophomores but you get the picture. its not a good look that we always hang out with them even if the age diff is like2 years at the most but still . i made fun of so many people for mainly having freshmen friends and now we're here. oh well.youd understand if you met them. like we'd never tell them because they already have such high egos butwe really do love them. its not even an ego thing for us like "ohh these younger kids think we're so cool' cos theyre kinda little brats but its like. they come up totalk to me in the halls often and two of them will sneak out of class to come and hang out with me in library and im just like oh this is nice :)
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also the favoritism thing is still making me so fucking mad and insane btw. im not jealous / resentful of my brother bc he deserves her love and is also burdened in his own ways by it and bc i think my drama w my mom has shaped my life in profound ways and given me friends i cherish and i would never trade any of that for the world but jesus fucking christ. why do i have to beg you to interact with me like a mother. why do i have to talk to me at all beyond asking me to do you 847439473 favors a day. why do i have to beg you to take an interest in my life and apologize when you hurt me and be nurturing and perceptive for once in your fucking life. like it hurts to hear her asking him about his classes and whatever bc she didn’t think i was stressed out w school but i had to talk to a ****** hotline last decemver when i couldn’t take it anymore and my mental health was crashing and burning and it doesn’t even fucking matter to her at all and she’s going to get him the nice gifts and throw him the nice parties and whatever because she hates me and my sister for… and let me get this straight… being complicated and anxious and depressed and also girls. lol!
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todayyyy in class the guy i hate asked a stupid fucking question and antonio elbowed me to get me to notice he was saying something fucking stupid again (i noticed) and he said. i don’t know why you hate him so much. you two are exactly the same. and i said. what are you talking about. and he said. you look the same. and i was like. because we’re both asian? that’s racist. and he started laughing, then got a hold over himself, and was like. that’s not even what i mean--you dress the same. and i looked at him and he was wearing shorts and a sweater and a scarf and i said. i do not dress like that. (i was wearing trousers, patent leather shoes, a turtleneck, a massive wool coat...) he said. you’re both so pretentious. i said what do you MEAN.
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