a kid in my art class (let's call him brocolli) started saying really offensive things (like the r word and also said that all abstract artists are autistic and that abstract art is dumb) so I said that broccoli was a (no no word) person and got really upset - then I was forced to go to gym because the counselor's door was closed and I couldn't really go anywhere else but I was literally shaking and about to cry so I went to gym and literally everybody was yelling at me so I ran to the bathroom and cried which was fun and broccoli kept following my and saying "I'm sorry" and "it's not that deep" and the whole rest of the day i had to keep rocking or i was going to burst out in tears and speaking was really hard and i didn't eat anything and ughhhhh i hate life right now and i relapsed two days ago. this is fun. i want to die. i legitimately never want to do anything again
