I am so emo that I woke up and cried cause my father favours his bunny more than mine and there's nothing much I can do cause I'm terrified of my own bunny.
Yeah, kinda crazy.
I can't decide if it's the lack of sleep, the messed up hormones or the lack of love but I do feel kinda helpless and mighty upset.
But I guess emo isn't that bad. I kinda like it... In a rather warped way.
I just don't like having nothing to do.

And I realised cockles look like bloody vaginas, quite literally.
Or maybe open wounds...
Or maybe... I should stop imagining what cockles can look like (it's not my fault that I came across this bag of gross live cockles in the kitchen!).
It's like grotesque food imagery. Haha.
Gives me another reason to hate those smelly cockles.
Why do I miss the Sylvia Plath days, I really don't know man.
BYE!
x o x o