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So fucking tired of every fucking thing.
The looks, the comments, the snowballs, the lessons, every little fucking thing.
I can't even talk to my friends, because they have a go at me about sausages/sausage rolls. That hurt. I did nothing wrong, Jess had a go at me and said it was my fault. I suppose the fact we got hit by Year 11 boys' snowballs is my fault too. And the fact her lessons sucked.
I just want to give up.
So what, I fucking like McFly and Busted? Get over it.
So what, I'm different to you? Get over it.
They're all fucking perverts/slags/sluts. And attention seekers. One day I will give them attention in the form of my hand round their face. Hard.
I want to give up.
I'm going to give up.
The looks, the comments, the snowballs, the lessons, every little fucking thing.
I can't even talk to my friends, because they have a go at me about sausages/sausage rolls. That hurt. I did nothing wrong, Jess had a go at me and said it was my fault. I suppose the fact we got hit by Year 11 boys' snowballs is my fault too. And the fact her lessons sucked.
I just want to give up.
So what, I fucking like McFly and Busted? Get over it.
So what, I'm different to you? Get over it.
They're all fucking perverts/slags/sluts. And attention seekers. One day I will give them attention in the form of my hand round their face. Hard.
I want to give up.
I'm going to give up.