Just call me Sophia.

I don’t like this.

Redd and I have been having to take over a lot lately.

Oh, Redd decided she wants to be called Sammy. I don’t know what her reasoning is, but she’d rather be called Sammy or Samantha. She’ll still answer to Redd, but yeah..

I dunno.

Alyx isn’t exactly in the best shape right now. She’s emotionally unstable.. And physically, she isn’t in the best shape either. Headaches and stomach aches galore..

And then everyone keeps telling her she should date her best friend.

I don’t want to date him, and neither does she. He wants to date her.. There’s multiple problems with all of this though.

Alyx has a boyfriend. And the friend everyone says she should date..

He’s too much like a brother to all of us. I personally am too scared I’d hurt him. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt like that.. Alyx feels the same way. And she doesn’t have any feelings for him at all. Maybe she did at one point, but they were disposed of.. Way better than her feelings for another girl, apparently though.. This bitch fucked with Alyx’s emotions bad. She’s still friends with her, and is acting like it’s all fine and dandy..

It’s not. Oh god, it’s not.

All of this stuff is why Sammy and I have to take over. Alyx can’t handle all of her emotions..

And then there’s Ben. Not going there.
He did the sweetest thing though. He slow danced with her in a parking lot after prom because he couldn’t go for various reasons.

Just.. There’s too much to say right now, and her cousin wants the computer. Maybe I’ll have time to ramble on some later date? I doubt anyone even cares what we have to say though, so maybe not. I dunno. Haha, we need to write a book. I’d be willing to bet people would read it. If we included every detail of our life, labeled it as fiction.. Yeah. It’d be a best seller for sure.

Anyway, I’ll try to say more later. Bye bye for now. :3

~Fluffy

I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I’m okay. And I’d pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they’ve ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they’re sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.

Fuck the world.

I want to cut sooo bad. Everything feels like it’s crashing around me. I hate this.
~Alyx