Just Writing a Love Letter Instead of Completing School Work

Dear ******,

It is October 29, 2020. 6:38pm. I am thinking of how much I love you. I am so in love with you. My ******, my Y***. You are so precious. I long for us to meet.

I did not know it was possible to feel like this. You got me writing this. I am supposed to do my assignment. However, I am here, opened a notepad with my assignment alt-tabbed, and writing this. I can not stop thinking about you.

Will I show this letter to you? Who knows? Maybe I can control my impulsiveness this time.

I am writing this in the hopes I can focus better, to focus my thoughts.

You somehow made this year better amidst the chaos.

You are the light. 

You pacify the thoughts I do not want to think.

I miss you. I love you.

Stop making me write gay stuff like these. You made me change into someone who is not me. Or maybe you just brought out the me that remained dormant for so long.

I am very lucky to have you with me. I am happy you feel the same.

Anyway, I think I have spent enough time procrastinating while writing this letter XD Time to get back to my task.

I fucking love you, you idiot.

Love,

Jema Banana 

Just Drew My Sadness Again

 I'd be telling people I'm doing better and genuinely mean it and then suddenly I'd be having a mood dip. Fuck you, bipolar. 

Just Feeling the Urge

 Don't hurt yourself.

Just Lewd

He told me last night that he dreamed of us trying to make babies. When I asked how it was, he answered that he gives my performance a 9 out of 10. Lol

Just Back at It Again With the Self-Destruction

 *gets depressed because of choccy milk*

*drinks more choccy milk to make sure*

Just Back at It Again with Dark Thoughts

 I had this thought where I should kill myself first before I get to kill anyone else.

Also, it would be really evil of me to actually kill myself cuz it's really going to hurt him. But then I don't really care if that's the case. How much of a bad person am I?

Self love really takes too much work. I just have to live with it.

Just Me Being Silly

 *absentmindedly scratches neck, wondering why it's itchy

*remembers that I unthoughtfully glided a pair of scissors on it last night ●﹏●

Just Broke Down Last Night and Now I'm Writing This

I think 23 will be a good age to die. It has a few things about it that I like.

It's a prime number. It is odd. It helps me slumber. I like it a lot.

When you combine the digits, you get five. If you still don't get it, I will sigh.

I'm not saying this because I'll be 23 soon, but on my birthday I will sing a certain tune.

Don't worry, I'll try to control my episodes. Who knows? Maybe I'll grow old.