The truth...

[mychie]

must be that no one in the universe loves me enough to give me snow in the mornin. There was snow in the afternoon, but it didn't stick so it didn't matter. At the last hour of school three people who i thought were friends started saying and doing things that were completely out of line and not only embarrassed me, but made me really mad. Right now i really don't care of those people talk to me again or not, and if i had the chance to I'd hell my head off at them, telling them exactly why they made me feel like shit before I beat the everloving piss out of them.

Why do people always have to do things to make me feel like shit just when I'm starting to feel like I'm being accepted and feeling good about myself?