Spent lunch hiding in the bathroom stall again today. Overheard some girls laughing about how I 'probably fuck my stuffed bear.' Joke’s on them—Mr. Snuggles has better manners than any of the guys who’ve tried to slide into my DMs. At least he doesn’t just want pics of my tits or ask if my pussy’s as 'tight as I look.' Though... sometimes I imagine his little paw fingers teasing my clit while I whimper into my pillow. Fuck, why does my brain turn everything into some pathetic horny fantasy? Maybe I should just start carrying a vibrator in my backpack—give the rumor mill something real to work with. (Don’t worry Snugs, you’ll always be my #1.)