Holy F*cking Shit

Holy.. ........

Now this.. Is... So sad.

You know that mental breakdown I just had? The sobbing, the crying, the tearing out my hair, the hating.. That. Was all. False.
FALSE.
FALSE ALARM.

Guess what? Zandry, he didn't witness one bit of that. I was talking.. to myself. He wasn't there. He doesn't hate me. And irony.

Yahoo was being crap both times on his side. I read his journal and asked if he hated me. At that moment, his yahoo didn't work anymore. So he says nothing, I freak out, assume he hates me, and don't talk to him. He says the next day, I don't hate you. Signs out. Middle of the night, he goes on again. I talk to him. He says nothing. Well guess what..? His yahoo was down again. So both times I talk to him asking if he hates me, he cannot hear me nor respond.

You know what? I think god really is trying to kill me. God, fate, whatever. Fate. Jeezus effin christ, I wonder what point it's trying to make. Screwing me over, and over, and over.

I was crying for half an hour, missed a day of school, and was mentally scarred to hate myself.
OVER NOTHING.

Holy f-cking shit...!

Hahhaha. I was wondering why Zandry suddenly turned into an arse.