Flutterwasp

She stabbed my heart in the exact way I warned her not to. For months, I begged her not to, but she didn't listen to me. I kept telling her, I kept telling her all the ways she'd hurt me if she did, and she did it anyway. I thought I found a family, I thought I found a home. I was happy. I thought I belonged. Now I find myself mourning a future that never was, longing for a time that never will be.

Mom's letting me stay at home til I can get an apartment. I don't belong here either. Even if I get an apartment, I'll always remain half-packed. I never know when I'll be fired, or some other circumstance occurs wherein I have to leave. One thing remains true throughout my life: I don't belong.

I'm tired of being called a datist by filthy datties just because I won't trans them! It's bullshit! It totally happens all the time! J.R. Kowling was right, Date People are predators who only care about transing themselves. We should murder all Date people (in minecraft).

But I'm not a datist, I swear!

Because he hasn't been president in years.