So, most of my good friends support the 45th president and after I had twice the amount of an existential crisis. And I have the insane need for a boyfriend, just someone to cry all my problems on. My life is actually pretty good, except the things I’m going to bring up, and the pressure of wanting to look good, perfect even, and feeling so so sad for no reason at all that I know of. And my Scratch life is basically the life that I WANT to live, but obviously one that I can’t. And my best Scratch friend is the only one that keeps me going; because I so badly want to meet him, be with him. And I like to make dark jokes off of my pains. The smile I put on is a mask to keep my feelings all bottled up. My happiness isn’t real. It’s all a play. And he’s the only one that I shared so much with, because I feel like I can trust him. I try so hard just to get someone I like to like me back, but it never works. My mental state is a mess. Now do you see the reasoning behind all the dumb funnies that I make?
