“On a scale of 1 to Kaelyn, how much of a faggot are you?”

So I was making myself some kimchee bowl, and while I was pouring the hot water into my bowl, being the clumsy little shit that I am, I spilled the water all over my fingers.

The boiling ass fucking hot water.

All. Over. My. Fingers.

I can’t feel them right now. I spent a good 10 minutes writhing on the floor clutching my poor hand. My fingers are all swollen now.

Good lord this hurts.

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She’s held me in her tummy for how many months and endured the pain just to bring me to this world. She’s changed diaper after diaper, and raised me no matter how much of a handful I’ve been. She was there to watch me take my first steps and even watched me go grade by grade in school. She’s supported me, taken care of me, and loved me with all the love a mother could possibly give, if not more. She’s there to teach me right from wrong, and will never take up a chance to tell me a life lesson just so I won’t have a harder time when I’m, sadly, on my own in life. Even after every argument and disappointment I’ve given her, she still puts up with me and will always be the person that I can turn to when I have no one left. I owe her so much, and I will try my very best to make her proud and happy.

She’s my angel. A blessing granted by God just to be able to have her as my mother. Everything about her is absolutely beautiful, and I love her more than anything in the world.

Happy Mother’s Day Mommy. Thank you for everything. I truly mean it.

“The more someone cares for me, the more scared I get.”

How long will their care for me last? How long does it ever last, is the question I should really be asking.. I’ve gotten so used to these fake feelings, friendships. I’ve drifted from so many people in such the short amount of time that I’ve lived. How pathetic of me.

So I’ve decided I don’t want to stick around long enough to find out. At least not anymore. Dealing with that is a pain I’d really rather not feel again.

Hypocrites. Getting mad at me for doing or not doing certain things, when you’re just as guilty of doing the same.

Oh my goodness. The employee here at Wendy’s that took my order is so freaking cute. She’s so adorable and tiny, I swear. She’s probably older than me by a couple years, though. Ugh. But seriously, I just wanna take her home with me. She’s that cute.

And I totally sound like a creeper right now. lol.

Damn it. I hate being so tiny. It’s so damn hard to find anything nice in my size.

Finding someone who I can actually confide in and open up wholeheartedly to is so difficult nowadays.

Because really, in the world we live in now, who is there to trust but yourself?