Heeeyy, cuntwads!
So, I finally got to tell off Mrs. Ward, but I ended up getting so fucking worked up that I had to sound rational and calm through uncontrolable tears, so now on top of being the class bitch, I get to be the emotional basketcase that everyone probably thought I was anyway. That is if they thought of me at all. I think I won the 'discussion', though. Even if it involved listening to one of those heart-to-heart lectures about how she accepts and understands me and I must have SUCH a hard fucking life because I'm so fucking different.
And then my chain got caught on my way off the bus, flinging my wallet from my pocket and all its contents over the floor. I can't do anything smoothly, can I? Hell, I can't even storm out without people pitying me.
I hate it when people ask if I'm okay. I hate it when people make a point of being okay with how I present myself. I hate it when people say that they admire me. What's the fucking point of that? I never asked anyone for that, why should it make a difference?
It's fucking ridiculous.
And then my chain got caught on my way off the bus, flinging my wallet from my pocket and all its contents over the floor. I can't do anything smoothly, can I? Hell, I can't even storm out without people pitying me.
I hate it when people ask if I'm okay. I hate it when people make a point of being okay with how I present myself. I hate it when people say that they admire me. What's the fucking point of that? I never asked anyone for that, why should it make a difference?
It's fucking ridiculous.