yesterdays socks
I just took off yesterday's socks.
Yesterday was a bad day. I was just so...so gone. I don't know what I'd do without Christina. And props to Tara for kissing my head......that's a big step for you dear. lol :) Today was also..very, eh. In Mr.Wallace's during study hall, I sat by the door the whole time on the only carpeted spot in there, fetal position, both sweaters over my knees. I was cold. I've been so cold lately, like my whole insides are freezing and I shake every five seconds. It's horrible, you'd think I was running a temp of 104' but I'm not.
The elementary teacher came in to get her class, and she walked away from the door and walked over to the table where Mr.Wallace, Doug, Rachel and Lisa were sitting. She looked behind her and asked, "Is there something...wrong with that girl?"
They just laughed and told her I was.....tired...cold and grumpy. To sum it up. She didn't say anything else, but she made Mr.Wallace come take a look at me and I was just like -_- buried in my knees and my hair, he asked me if I was ok and I practically yelled I'M DYING! I'M COLD and this whole STINKIN SCHOOL IS FREEZING.
Then she put her hand on my forehead and checked for a temperature...I was like...I'm fine...and she left. I was more rude then neccessary but geez...just leave the kids in the corner alone. That's why they're there. Duh.
Even my toes were cold...its ridiculous. Caitlin and Stefanie came to me during art and tried to cheer me up. I really appreciated their efforts......I mean Stefanie doesn't even really talk to me, they all usually stick to themselves cuz people ...don't like them. But they came to me anyhow, and I noticed that.
It got better during..lunchish. I had to go to a meeting cuz I promised to help plan Winter Formal, and I couldn't be cold and angry and share my ideas at the same time-so I sucked it up and that helped. Math sucked. I just feel stupid.
Whatever.
I just want to sleep now...I don't remember anything else I planned on writing. So...screw it. Found a song I forgot I loved.
F e a r can stop you loving
Love can stop your fear
F e a r can stop you loving
but its not always that clear
Going to bed.