Pissed off.
Fuck you Nichole. I hate I have to sit there and twirl that stupid flag for nothing. No one is going to fucking come down with the chicken pots, or fucking break their arm or leg, or sprang their ankle. I sorry I'm not fucking pretty enough or crazy enough or preppy enough for you. I get reminded everyday I look in the mirror. Thanks for reminding me even more then I know. But I can't quit because Mr. Savel or you will have a fit, get all mad at me. No that can't happen. It is really pointless for me to twirl a flag for a competition that I'm not going to be in. But my human nature won't let me quit. I'm not a quitter so I'm just going to moan and bitch about it. But know cares because I don't have many friends. Fuck Jason is the only who reads this. Thanks Nichole for making me feel like shit even more. Thanks for adding more frustration and stupid memories to my life. Whatever. I have to go do my homework now at 9:00 at night because you insist on having 2 and a half hour practices for what for me to waste my time. I'm also sorry I'm wasn't there last week. I was sick. Sorry I guess it is a bad thing to be sick to anymore. I can never call off a day or lay in bed because I want to because of people like you or people at work get mad and tell you no that is not allowed or you'll be fired. Fuck you all.