The boy is obviously in love with her

...she is less convinced.

 

My aunt is the biggest homo I've ever met

and I love her with all her gayness.

I hate this idea that children who come from same-sex homes 

end up, well, you know. 

I, contrary to popular belief, like guys a whole lot. 

In fact, if I had a dime for every time my heart 

was left disheveled by a boy with a nice smile, 

I'd be a a closet lesbian worth 50 cents. 

 

When the person who convinced me that suicide was not worth it, killed herself, I laughed. 

 

I think I'm living a good life if I bruise once a week. 

 

I hate New York.

 

I love New York.

 

Future possible epitaphs:

1.Your crotch isn't as repulsive from this angle.

2. Well...skydiving isn't for everyone.

3. She's still kicking, you know?

 

Mom, you suck and I feel bad for you. 

 

Avonte Oquendo: I called it. It wasn't a bet that I wanted to win, though.

 

I can't be happy for someone else unless I'm just as happy in the first place. 

 

I think my brain is starting to eat away at itself for lack of better things to do.

 

I'm going to Africa in a few days. 

I wonder how many likes I can get on Instagram. 

Why am I so concerned with bragging rights? I could be narcissistic.

In fact, I AM narcissistic, 

but to my defense if others don't know that I've lived through something, it's harder to believe that I have. 

Other people justify my existence. 

 

A real orgasm and a fake orgasm,

given your partner's level of self-absorption,

are not distinguishable.

The world is a terrible lover, 

and I am a worse liar. 

 

Life is the stuff(ing) before death and writing is a huge turkey.