This is a super secret message.
And if you're reading this, kudos to you. (And you look great today, by the way.)
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So it looks like I’m getting a cat!
OH. I almost forgot.
I might be getting ~~*~*~a cat~*~*~~ soon.
If you identify as gay, lesbian, or bisexual and are willing to answer a few simple questions, please message me.
Thank you so much for talking me down from that ledge.
It’s nights like these, when you’re left to deal with all of your problems, that make you realize just how lonely you actually are.
There’s a hole in my heart that not even food or the D can fill.
A short story that illustrates my relationship with my mother.
When I was younger, I remember that I would always argue with my mom over small things, but one day, the fight was pretty bad. She was telling me that she felt unappreciated, and I could see her tearing up. I lied in my bed crying, thinking about how much she’s done for me and how little I do for her in return.
I waited until the everyone was asleep, and crept into the living room. I ended staying up until four cleaning the entire house, and left a note on the counter saying, “I did this for you. Please don’t be hurt anymore. Love, Justin.”
And I just remember waking up to her crying and hugging me, and yeah. It really put it into perspective how hard my mom had it. I mean, I only cleaned a house, but she does so much more.
I love my mom.
So much.
I was going to take a picture of my food before I started eating, but I accidentally opened up the front camera, and lost my appetite.
