I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
not sure what it is about tiny bows on bras and underwear but theyre neat as hell
if you didnt have an avril lavigne phase youre a liar
i hope that, wherever my hair ties go, they’re happy. that’s all that matters
i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect
some people think that school food isnt all that bad and that we’re just whiny teenagers
u fucking get a rock solid jug of rotten milk then tell me that we’re just whiny teenagers
My freshman year of high school i got applesauce for lunch and when I opened it, a cloud of mold poofed out I feel this post on an emotional level
I broke my pb&j sandwich on the table once, it smashed into 7 pieces.
our hot dogs in elementary school were green
what the shit america
i once threw a chocolate chip cookie while emphasizing something in first grade…..it broke a window. and one kid got horribly sick because his uncrustable was filled with some form of near deadly mold
I girl at my sisters lunch table took a bite of her friends bread stick and their was an inch long piece of metal in it, if her friend had never taken that bite she would have swallowed it herself and died
once in third grade i had a chocolate milk and it tasted so bad i looked in it and it was all moldy. i threw up and had to go home.
last week (im a junior) there was a frog in the salad bar and a freshman boy picked it up with the salad tongs and threw it at me
our chocolate milk was gray and we squeezed grease from burger patties, using loads of napkins to soak it up
Once in second grade, i got chicken nuggets and inside wasn’t chicken but this sour white paste, and showed the lunch ladies and they told me to suck it up.
american horror story: school lunch
This kid in 5th grade barfed at lunch because the chicken nuggets they gave up were like 75% raw. I’ve never eaten a school chicken nugget since and its been like 5 years.
Last year I was drinking some chocolate milk when I felt something hard in my mouth, I spit i out on a napkin and it turned out to be metal chunks
About 2 years ago I got chicken nuggets from the cafeteria & they were fuzzy like the breading was fuzzy. When I took them back in the lunch ladies wouldn’t give me new food without paying for it & told me to just “rip the breading off it will be fine”