It's my life, so I'll decide independently.I'm leaving Qfeast for a while. And that's blunt and straight forward. My life has been too busy and upsetting recently. My brother almost ran away from home and I lost my voice screaming for him. Two of my friends are depressed and are relying on me to make it better. And all they're doing is making me depressed. I'm worried about people in my life, and I'm worried about Qfeast and what I'll do here.
Getting off Qfeast until I can get everything straightened out takes one worry off my shoulders. So this is for the better.
Another thing, last time I left Qfeast for a little bit was... almost pitiful. I left for only two weeks, and every once in a while I'd check my notifications, secretly. So I wasn't ready to leave Qfeast then.
Now I am.
But, since I haven't been on Qfeast recently, I'll tell you all that's going on.
So, my best friend, who I had a crush on, she liked me for a little bit, but said she thought it wasn't right. So I mean, that hurt me, but someone else quickly picked me up, and I have a new girlfriend now. Her name is Amber, and she's crushed on me apparently since January (which I had no idea). I've only crushed on her since, like, April. So, Amber and Ashley are a thing now, which makes me happier.
I had a birthday during the five days I was at the beach, July 28th, I'm twelve now.
Yesterday... Wasn't a good day... Let's just say, in a nutshell, my brother and mom got into a fight which almost turned into a fist fight (which it never has before), and then my brother believed he was a problem, so he tried to leave the house, but I was pulling him back and my mom was telling him not to. I was pulling him back and screaming, by the way. Screaming "no" and "please" and "don't leave me". He stopped, we talked it out, and he's over at my grandparents' house to get away from us for a little bit (he's coming back today). For the rest of that day I had a headache, no matter what medicine I took, and today I have a little bit of that headache left. My friend yesterday was also complaining though text about how much she felt like shit, once again worrying about her problems more than anyone else's. Another friend texted me about how fuckedd up she was, and I told her about how fuckedd up I was, and we calmed down together. Then my other friend had me watch a video, to make sure I don't commit suicide. Which, after hearing it, I probably won't. But that doesn't mean I won't cut.
But on that day I also decided I need to get my ass off Qfeast until I can straighten out my life, get into a smooth seventh grade routine with straighten out grades, and be a little bit more positive than depressed.
I hope... No, I think you better understand. I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm not a happy camper today, if you haven't noticed! And my concept and problems are pretty easy to understand.
Now, if you find a really important thing to update me about or contact me about, then you can contact me here:
Instagram: nyc.has.been.terminated AND a.singing.ghosty.goo
Vine: The Treatment Process (I think)
And if you go on one of those places and want to very personally talk to me, then you can DM/VM/Kik me for my phone number.