11/19/19

Currently listening to ¨Sterile Nails And Thunderbowels¨ by Silencer. I got in-school suspension for fighting Jackson yesterday. He told everyone at his table my deadname. I´m basically in solitary confinement for the rest of the day. A bunch of thots are outside the room I´m currently sitting in. One of them was throwing full milk cartons at the door. Now they´re getting salad all over the floor. I hate being stuck in this school with a bunch of blathering idiots. Where are the Columbine shooters when you need em, amiright?

I swear to fucking god. My depression has turned into apathy. I´m in some sort of limbo. I´m not dead but I don´t feel alive. This isn´t living. I don´t want to live, but I don´t want to die. What is this endless hellscape?