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I am feeling a little vulnerable and starting to think going out to dinner with the girl and the other girl is not such a great idea. I want to go though. I'm just feeling a little shaky. And I don't think it's got anything to do with that anyway.
We had a meeting at school today and they were talking about this poor girl. She's majorly depressed amongst a million other things and no one knows what to do with her. She's got horrible family issues and seems to be floating around the school in a meloncholy haze. The other teachers were kind of joking about her which is probably just because they don't know how else to react and they're frustrated. Nevertheless it made me feel a bit sick. Physically ill. A long time ago, in a land far away, I was that girl.
I listlessly wandered the halls, most of the time with my hair in my face, trying to cover the fact that I was, or had been, crying. I didn't talk to a lot of people most days. I was probably the weird one the teachers laughed about. Gods, it made me feel so sick inside. And it made me remember. Everytime I see her I remember anyway. I want to reach out, like Davo did for me. I hope she's talking to someone.
Emma picked up, as she always does, that I wasn't feeling good.
Anyway, I feel better about going out now. Girl just rang and we're meeting earlier. Plus I'm talking to Ben online about school and forgetting the ice in my stomach.
Mexican good times soon!
We had a meeting at school today and they were talking about this poor girl. She's majorly depressed amongst a million other things and no one knows what to do with her. She's got horrible family issues and seems to be floating around the school in a meloncholy haze. The other teachers were kind of joking about her which is probably just because they don't know how else to react and they're frustrated. Nevertheless it made me feel a bit sick. Physically ill. A long time ago, in a land far away, I was that girl.
I listlessly wandered the halls, most of the time with my hair in my face, trying to cover the fact that I was, or had been, crying. I didn't talk to a lot of people most days. I was probably the weird one the teachers laughed about. Gods, it made me feel so sick inside. And it made me remember. Everytime I see her I remember anyway. I want to reach out, like Davo did for me. I hope she's talking to someone.
Emma picked up, as she always does, that I wasn't feeling good.
Anyway, I feel better about going out now. Girl just rang and we're meeting earlier. Plus I'm talking to Ben online about school and forgetting the ice in my stomach.
Mexican good times soon!