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Have you ever been so sad that it’s nearly impossible to feel any other way?

When I was in eighth grade I had never seen the word lasagna anywhere, and one day, In English, we were doing some matching assignment or something and I turned around and asked someone what it was, except I pronounced it “Luh•sog•nuh”:

Me: what is lasagna?
Them: It’s lasagna..
Me: Oh, as you were.

Then I just turned around and thought about how much I hate myself.

I just want to feel like someone cares, I want to feel wanted, I want to feel important.

I’ve been awake a total of twenty minutes and you’ve already got me to cry. Thank you so much for that.

It really sucks, feelings like no one genuinely cares about how you feel.

So, three weeks ago, I left my military ID in my boyfriend’s car, then one weeks later he got in a lot of trouble, and his parents said we weren’t going to see each other for a long time (six months).
I used getting my military ID as an excuse to go over there, one day, and I wasn’t allowed to go inside, he had to come to my car and give it to me. We were saying bye, and then I saw his eyes start watering, and i told him not to cry, and everything would be okay, and then hugged him, then when he was walking off, I started crying, and I literally could not see, and he watched me sit there for a few minutes, struggling to see what I was doing, then he walked back over to the car, opened the door and told me not to cry, then he kissed me, and when I went to kiss him again, he shoved his tongue up my nose and told me everything was going to be okay. 

We’ve seen each other three times, since then, and I swear I’ve never missed someone so much. I went an entire year seeing him every day, talking to him every constantly, and now I don’t know when or if I will be able to see him, and I don’t know when or if I will be able to talk to him. Oh, and when we do see each other, we’re not allowed to be alone. Well, not allowed to be in his room, we are allowed to be alone in the living room. This all sucks, but I’m trying my hardest to keep my crazy emotions held back.

Apparently I unfollowed some people without ever unfollowing them.

Or how I’ve accomplished so much, I’m seriously the biggest slacker ever.

Having two hundreds, two twenties, on five and three ones and buying something that costs $48.81, then being short 81¢ sucks.

I went, only expecting to get one, the depoprovera, but they surprised me with three extras and gave me a choice with one of them. I said I’d get in next time.
I got two in my left arm and one in my right, so for the next week or so, I will not be lifting either of my arms.
Every time I get the depo, the receiving arm feels so much pain, it feels as though a nerve was pinched in my back or shoulder and it hurts so bad to move it. Plus, the other shots are said to have similar symptoms, so, yeah. I’m excited.

Not really.

I just wish that I knew how to develop feelings for people who understood my sense of humor.

Just for once it would be nice to have someone who would listen, not just hear my words, but genuinely listen to them and understand.