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[beautifulday]

Okay, I'm angry. So angry, I'm not sure I even want to go to prom anymore and be under the same roof as shallow, ignorant bitches who care more about their hair in selfies than they do human feelings. There is such a thing as passive bullying, and it fucking SUCKS. You think you're an expert on depression because you feel sad sometimes and you diagnosed yourself through Google MD or your nextdoor neighbour has it? FUCK YOU WITH A CHAINSAW. No, my boyfriend shouldn't just be miraculously cured of his mental illness because he's dating me. No, I'm not failing as a boyfriend, doing my boyfriend job, just because he still gets ill and is suicidal. Being an incredible actor and earning a lot of money doesn't mean he can pay for miracle cures. Having a rich father doesn't mean that paying for the best treatment means his suicidal ideation is "put on" now because it shouldn't be as bad as a homeless person. You all bitches in your push-up bras know JACK SHIT about suffering a crippling mental illness, and you know jack shit about real love. Fuck you all. And if ANYONE on my Facebook friends list thinks any of this shit, or anything remotely close to it, unfriend me now, because you're a fucking cunt.

"I hope you'll answer me with patient eyes."

[ifeelthelove]

Who: Cassidy Cohen and Ajay Willis
What: Confessions
Where: Alice's Tea Cup, New York City
When: Saturday

Cassidy wished she wasn't so nervous about this, and she also wished she could put it out of her mind. It had been a week since she had gone shopping for a prom dress with Ajay and Sasha, and just another week until the prom itself. Her surgery was rapidly drawing near, and some days, it felt way too soon, and others, not soon enough. She was lost, and her identity felt like it was forever just out of reach. She still watched all her friends in beautiful relationships, and felt like she was too tarnished to be wanted like that. Merlin had been so sweet, but he was older than her and he was pretty sure he would get bored. She also found that her insecurities there were doing this weird thing where she didn't want to inflict herself on him and cause him inevitable pain and heartache. Self-deprecation was a horrible thing.

She had invited Ajay to tea. She didn't really want answers to anything, she just wanted to tell him something. She felt like she had intruded on his privacy and then chickened out telling him a week ago because she didn't want to embarrass him. Or she didn't want to out him, maybe? These days, she struggled to identify and compartmentalise her feelings. It was why she was in therapy more often again. It was either that, or land herself in yet another stay at Four Winds. She didn't want that. Okay, maybe that was partly why she had invited Ajay here. Because he was absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. Beautiful. He had this incredible talent for fashion. Not just on himself, but on other people. But there was that one glaring flaw, and all she wanted to know was how he managed to keep it all together, despite it.

"It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust."

[playingtowin]

Who: Zeke Wyatt and Sasha Stanford
What: Trying to help
Where: School, NYC
When: Friday afternoon

“Sasha!” Zeke called as he ran down the school hall. He could see Sasha stalking away, and he knew he was angry because he just saw the furious post on Facebook. It was enough to know that some people with boobs had said dumbfuck things and upset him. He wanted to make sure his friend was going to be okay. Especially considering Justin was away with his dad, and Sasha might not have anyone to vent to face-to-face.

Running, he finally caught up with his friend, only to see that his nose was bleeding. “Sash, fuck! What happened?” he cried, automatically putting his hand to Sasha’s face to try to stop it. Because sure, his fingers were totally as useful as Kleeex, and Sasha would love them shoved in his face. “Did someone hit you?!”

( Sasha shoved Zeke’s hand away and pushed past him to go into the boys’ bathroom... )

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