Yesterday… all my troubles seem so fa-… sorry, man, yesterday was such a horrible day i don’t even wanna talk about it, so i won’t, exept for a little thing that happened as the day was closing. TODAY THO, today was a normal day, Mother got a little bit sick so Father took her to the hospital and then they spended the rest of the day together while i took care of the house chores, so i pretty much didn’t do anything of real value today until i recieved a call from my “Fifita” bestie telling me to go to his house to play some “Fifita” i was really bored so i went there to find out that he had actually bought Fifa for his Switch (The absolute bastard) so we played together for a while (I suck at Fifa so he pretty much destroyed me) and then we got tired of it so we ordered a pizza and went to his terrace to have some chill chats while we waited and listened to some rap music on his stereo, he’s the most hardcore rap freak i’ve seen in my life, he actually listens to WAY more music than i do and i do consider myself a music junkie so you can only imagine, so there i was, chilling on a roof, stereo bombing, the dude on my side smokin’ while i swayed on a hammock and we complained about our love lifes and feared the passage of time and stuff, it was like a scene from Life Is Strange, i was Max (Only way more grossed out by the smoke) and he was Chloe, dude, sometimes i still think i’m mentally 15, jesus.
He told me about how he had read my tweet from yesterday about it being a horrible day so he asked what had happened and… man, i don’t know what happened but i could not tell him the truth about yesterday so i bullshited it all (well, no ALL of it) like if i was talking to some stranger, he is my best friend so why did i couldn’t tell him anything? have i lost all trust in him? or is it just that life is hitting me so hard (not that hard but i feel it really hard) that i just couldn’t find the worst to describe it to him? like i’ve said, i’m indeed a baby, i cry for the dumbest things and i can’t handle any stress at all so maybe i thought my problems weren’t anything worth talking about? man, idk but that makes me feel kinda sad, now i can’t even talk with my best friend about my problems… welp. it’s not as if i’ve ever done it tho, for my deepest worries i just hide them under my bedside table where only i’m able to see them, for example, the only people that know about my wishes to be a girl are my twitch viewers and the people that have read this blog,
This is really weird to day but i think i’m able to trust random people more with this type of things than i do with my closest people, random people are just randos, they don’t really care about me or what i have to say so telling them about these things is like talking to myself (That’s the way i treat twitter btw) but talking about them with my close friends and family is just imposible ’cause i know them and they’ve known me, they know about the things i’ve done and said, they know about how much of a horrible person i’ve been in the past so telling them something like “I changed, i wanna be a girl now!” is just impossible for me, like if as long as they exist and they know about me, i cannot even beggin to forgive myself and start a new life, plus, many of them are not really okay with the whole LGBT thing so maaaan, i’m screwed on that part.
So, about that thing that happened yesterday when the day was nearly over… it has to do with her so if you want to skip this ranting you may as well do so ’cause all of this is the dumbest thing you’ll ever read. Recently i talked to a friend (I know you read these and i love you bby) about some things and we talked about my “relationship” with her and he made me realize that maybe i’m getting a little delusional, i’m talking about her tweets and how she writes them in japanese and inside them she puts these really cute/otome things about her love and how she really wants to be with “That person” but she doesn’t want to hurt them ’cause she’s a really scaredly person (omg i love her) and she doesn’t want to run away from a relationship and, idk dude, maybe my mind is just that desperate but while reading them i thought, “Dude… are these tweets for me?” like, they SEEM like it, she makes remarks that oddly kind of respond to mine and such, so i told that to my friend and he told me “Nah dude, that’s just you, that’s what love makes to you” and i don’t really want to admit it but damn… that’s definitely true, last time i sent her a DM she just responded in one message and never even saw my reply to it, we’ve just interacted with eachother on some of her tweets and by liking each other’s RTs, and i know at some point she read this diary but she stopped a long time ago, ahg… i don’t want to admit it man, it hurts a ton but man, if she has any love worries i’m not one of those, i’m just that weird guy that sometimes comments on her tweets, nothing more, dude, it hurts so much seeing those Otome hearted tweets abour she being in love and that my brain just “YeP, tHAts fOR mE” them, i’ve gotten delusional because of fear of talking to her, ahg, i suck.
So, i owe you the story about what happened yesterday, maybe i’ll tell you tomorrow.
Random Thought Of The Day
“So now i’m just hoping she gets over her fears so she can become the happiest she can be”