I guess it’s “out of the ordinary” these days to be a virgin as a junior in highschool.

I must say. If you’re fucking, & you’re only 13, then you’re fucking trippin. I respect who I am. & fucking love myself. So fuck you.

who try their hardest to be good enough for everyone.

Who spend hours scrolling through posts on tumblr just to find the right one to describe their mood.

Who wait online for that one certain person to sign on, just to gather up the nerve to say hello.

Who listen to the same song dozens of times because the lyrics mean a lot and with the words, a memory plays in their minds.

Who deserve so much more than they get, and are willing to fight for it.

& Whose wish upon a shooting star or 11:11 was wasted on someone who will never care. 

So On February 17th, 2012, I went to winter formal. 

Now if you know me, you know that I get DOWN when I dance. I’m a baller, & i show it through my dancing; with the exception of the Stanky Leg, which I proved last night. 

The song came on, & my friend dragged me in the middle of the dancefloor, telling me to show everyone my swwag. So I did. But within the first 10 seconds of being the center of attention, I collapsed, due to my knee, DISLOCATING itself from my leg. 

Landing, with grace, on the floor, I began to cry. It was more crying because of embarrassment, but the shit hurt like HELL. I couldn’t believe what was going on around me. I hobbled into the bathroom, where I sat on the floor, continuing to ruin the “masterpiece makeup” my friend did for me, hours before. 

One of the chaperones from the dance came into the bathroom, saying that she was either going to call my mom, or call 911. So i told the bitch, that I was fine, and stood up, & walked to my chair in the back of the room. There, my date sat with me for the remaining to hours of the dance, helping me with whatever I needed. 

By the time 10 o’clock came around, I decided I was going to be a champ, and stick it out for the last hour and a half. So i pulled my date onto the dance floor, gave him a good grind, and found my way back to my seat until the last few slow songs came on, of which he practically held me up during. 

I hobbled out to the car, found my seat, and went home.

I stayed up from the time I got home until at least four this morning. I woke up every hour, ON the hour after that, in horrifying pain, tears rolling down my cheeks. finally, I decided I was going to play COD until i fell asleep.

When I woke up, I couldn’t move. I begged my mom to take me to Urgent Care. When we got there, they examined me, then made me wait for like, 2 hours before they gave me an explanation for what the fuck was wrong with me.

I now have to use crutches for the next three weeks, take anti-inflammatory meds, pain meds, use a knee brace, & play call of duty, ALONE, for the next three to four weeks. THEN, if i’m not showing progress by this coming Friday, I need an MRI.

So you know what, FUCK THE STANKY LEG! -____-

That is all.