We both know that I'm not that strong.
I tried so hard to ignore the "friend" who betrayed me. I really did. But two days later I talked to her again, which I know I was wrong, cos I know I hate her. I really do. She and I were at the park, and she told two older girls that I said stuff about them and alomst got me jumped. The olders girls found out she lied, took my side, and started hitting my so-called friend, I got in and broke it up, which I regret. Those girls avoided me and my "friend" started hanging out with them. They spread (spreaded?) the nastiest rumor about me, which I really forgot what it is. But it was mean. That's how she betrayed me. So how can I sorta like someone like that? Well, it's easy. I am using her to sabotage the relationship she has with a guy that was my best friend, until they started dating. I have no sympathy for them.
Guess what I did today? Went walking around the little suburban wasteland in which I live, then I sobbed a little. It's just.... so hard..... to feel the way I do when the world is the opposite. If the grass isn't greener on the other side, why do the people on the other side try to fake us out? I mean, really. Is the grass even green anywhere? Cos the people on the other side probably feel the same, which I don't doubt.
Welllll.... I've never been in love, or I have, but to soon find out that the other person wasn't. I just don't get how the meanest of people can fall in love. I know I'm not perfect, but I like to believe I've learned from the mistakes I've mad and that made me a better person. But Karma doesn't agree. I guess I am a bad person, and I'm too busy being horrible to see it.
Kyle, my best friend who I've known for some time won't even call back. He is busy a lot, but he has a girlfriend and good friends. They're nice to me, too. Which is sorta scary, cos he lives 500 miles away along with his friends. But we talk on the phone and AIM.
So, to sum it up, it was a bad day. In the midst of getting over a betrayal, my grandma is dying in the hospital, my parents are fighting, and I feel totally alone, there is gunna be something new to this tragedy.
The last two days of school were legendary and always will be at my school. The grades always try to out-do each other in crazy antics, but this year is gunna be big. I don't wanna go tomorrow, but I have to get the CC schedule for this summer, or no athletic scholarship which I'm aiming for. Right. But at least I have poetry...