ShittyPastaBitch

A few months ago me and my at the time boyfriend hardly got to see each other and we would both be going to a lock in. We saw we cuddled all night at the time it was a great experience. Until he dumped me 3 months later and ever since then when I look back at the experience and cry and want to die because I want him back so much. So at the time it was a good moment and now how I feel so terrible would it be tramatic?

I learned my boyfriend was flirting and fapping to other girls that I know and it upsets me. I was wondering if what he is doing can be considered cheating.

Happiness feels really unnatural for me because, for the first time in a year I ve been happy. I m not used to it and it makes me upset like I need to be upset but I m not. And the insomnia is going away so it s messing with my schedule so I don t get homework done.

I've been depressed for a while and I recently discovered that I love choking myself. I feels to me the equivalent of getting high. When I do this I get an overwhelming sense of calmness. I feels as if I'm in my own world with no one but myself. I feel at peace for once. It feels like true happiness. But I know it's not good for me.

When ever I make a new friend they all ways end up saying they don't want to be friends with me anymore because I embarrass them. I cant help that I'm different from everyone else. And the only friends I have are people that just fell bad for me. It ******* hurts.

One me and my brother and I where little I had a nightmare. In the nightmare I woke up in my bed I saw that my brother was standing looking up to the top bunk on my bunk bed. I asked him what was going on. Then I felt a gross rotting hand set its hand on my hand I turned and moved my hand it fell down the side of the bed. I looked down and its rotting flesh was on the side of the bed frame. it was a bloody mess and the skeleton of the thing was moving around in an unhuman way.

A year later my brother told me a dream he had about him going into a hunted mansion and when ever you go in there a distorted version of yourself. He had to kill the distorted version of me. He went into a room. It looked like the bed room we shared. He saw me wake up and before he could say anything I said "what is it ben" then the thing from my dream (the distorted version if him) touched my had with its sorry excuse for a hand then he woke up.

Basically he had a prequel of my dream. I had never told him about the dream before his dream. We also have had a demon follow us. It wasn t something we saw because I was 6 and he way four at the time of my dream. when I was little I did watch a lot of horror movies they never bothered me even when we watched horror movies before bed I never got scared and I never had nightmares.