Internet Diary 21#

So, something crazy happen. 

One of my HORRIBLE "friend" somehow got a girlfriend after all of his bitiching about not having one. 

what really happened was that he stole someone's girl by saying the person she was dating before was a bad dude. 

This person he is dating is someone who we don't even know irl from what I know, I don't even know if they are a cis female since they go by a common trans name. 

To tell the truth I am scared to talk to her, I don't know what she has heard about me and I know it most likely isn't good since she is REALLY talking to him a LOT. 

actually, why the fuck would I care if she is cis or not. 

oh wait I just remembered he doesn't respect peoples gender identity at all. 

anyways, that still kinda stands my point about wondering about if they are cis or not. 

it shouldn't really matter and if they are they would have told me rudely, or nicely if they think I'm okay at least. 

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Change of topic 

found out one of my freshmen friends traces and steals people art in PE today, it kind of makes me sad that they would steal someone's art and claim it as their own. 

It's not that they just stole their art, they also stole their OCs too 

I saw the tracing right away when I first met them back in 7th grade but I took it as them going through a phase in their art development since I also did trace art from google when I was young and really bad at art. 

When I say I was young I met like maybe 3rd or 4th grade, I can't quite remember the grade but I do remember the school I was attending back then. 

I don't know what to feel about that other then disappointed overall because I know she could do better and I feel dumb for not knowing that they weren't doing what I thought they were doing.     

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Imma change the topic again because yes

A friend I have thinks I have bi-polar and while telling me she think I have that she tells me that she has it and been taking medicine for it. 

She has never acted differently in the bad ways I believe most people with bi-polar acts, at the same time I do have limited knowledge about it since the only person I knew had it was my mom. 

I just don't know who I really am or how my brain and body works other then that it just fails to protect me, fails to care for itself, and fails to serve any purpose then to show that I'm a useless nobody. 

I'm pretty sure I'm done yapping for the night, it's 11:24 PM as I'm typing this and I'm already feeling like I need to either cry or just cry myself to sleep. 

Goodnight.