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Well, I suppose I should update again. It's that time of the week...or fortnight...god knows.
I suppose it would be useless to pretend that the time since I last updated hasn't been shit. Because it has. In fact, it has been monumentally crap. We all knew girls, high-school aged ones in particular, are bitchy. I have just discovered exactly how much.
The thing that is most frustrating is trying to work out why she did it. I get it, she doesn't like me, but I mean, I don't like John Howard, but I'm not telling HIS friends that they shouldn't do the mature thing and make up...but hey. It's useless to fight her, she'd probably just misunderstand the majority of my insults anyway.
Still, it doesn't change the fact that it makes you feel like dirt to know that someone thinks you're worth being treated like that. Regardless of who they are. I didn't even realise how bad it felt until last week. However, I guess it did make me see my actual friends for what they are - groovy beans with whom I can devour many a pringle, or have many a cruiser, or a lengthy bitch about...anything. Supercool ones who I decorated the store with evil pumpkins with, beany ones I gym with and tell just about everything :P, suprising ones who are there when you don't expect them to be, old ones who come just when you need to see them and honest ones who tell you just what you need to hear.
well, that's it for tonight. I shall be off to my assignments.
xx claire
I suppose it would be useless to pretend that the time since I last updated hasn't been shit. Because it has. In fact, it has been monumentally crap. We all knew girls, high-school aged ones in particular, are bitchy. I have just discovered exactly how much.
The thing that is most frustrating is trying to work out why she did it. I get it, she doesn't like me, but I mean, I don't like John Howard, but I'm not telling HIS friends that they shouldn't do the mature thing and make up...but hey. It's useless to fight her, she'd probably just misunderstand the majority of my insults anyway.
Still, it doesn't change the fact that it makes you feel like dirt to know that someone thinks you're worth being treated like that. Regardless of who they are. I didn't even realise how bad it felt until last week. However, I guess it did make me see my actual friends for what they are - groovy beans with whom I can devour many a pringle, or have many a cruiser, or a lengthy bitch about...anything. Supercool ones who I decorated the store with evil pumpkins with, beany ones I gym with and tell just about everything :P, suprising ones who are there when you don't expect them to be, old ones who come just when you need to see them and honest ones who tell you just what you need to hear.
well, that's it for tonight. I shall be off to my assignments.
xx claire