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I am sick to my stomach with how badly this week has gone.
First, I find out my roommate is moving out. I can see both sides of the story, but either way, it kind of sucks to be stuck in Huntington without her. Then, that same night, I receive a rather odd voice mail. It's pretty crazy to get dumped like 18 times by someone you're not dating. So, I get up at the buttcrack of dawn yesterday to make it to class, WALK to school, and class is cancelled. At this point, I drive all the way back home on the deciding factor that wasting five hours in Huntington doing nothing would be really stupid for someone who has to construct a cardboard chair by 8 a.m. the next day. So, I drove back to dad's and proceeded to hand (HAND!) saw about 40 tiny little notches into laminated cardboard. I skip Brent's class thinking that driving to Huntington 15 fucking times a day is not something I want to do and that I'd definitely need the time to work on this chair. Well about 11 p.m. I get an email from my teacher saying that she is ill and the chairs will be due first thing Tuesday. Great. Skipped a class and worked my ass off to find out ALMOST ON THE DUE DATE of the project... that it won't be due.
THIS BOY IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. A roller coaster of insanity. I'm not ready to be a girlfriend, I'm hurt!!! And people who do things like you are doing make me even less ready to be a girlfriend.
I could call you names, but I wouldn't mean them. So, contrary to my actual size, I'm going to be the bigger person I think. And when your clan of like... 2,000 people hate me, I guess I hope you feel good about yourself.
Oh, and my friends who said they'd come in for my birthday, the last teenage one, you know that thing that happens ONCE a year, they're not coming. Oh, and my other friends, they have a dance competition in Ohio. Oh, and the two friends that will be left here, they don't speak to each other. So... hco it is. Fuck this week. I feel like... the scum of the earth or something.
I think I've been crying for like nine hours lol.
Oh well, people will talk, right?
First, I find out my roommate is moving out. I can see both sides of the story, but either way, it kind of sucks to be stuck in Huntington without her. Then, that same night, I receive a rather odd voice mail. It's pretty crazy to get dumped like 18 times by someone you're not dating. So, I get up at the buttcrack of dawn yesterday to make it to class, WALK to school, and class is cancelled. At this point, I drive all the way back home on the deciding factor that wasting five hours in Huntington doing nothing would be really stupid for someone who has to construct a cardboard chair by 8 a.m. the next day. So, I drove back to dad's and proceeded to hand (HAND!) saw about 40 tiny little notches into laminated cardboard. I skip Brent's class thinking that driving to Huntington 15 fucking times a day is not something I want to do and that I'd definitely need the time to work on this chair. Well about 11 p.m. I get an email from my teacher saying that she is ill and the chairs will be due first thing Tuesday. Great. Skipped a class and worked my ass off to find out ALMOST ON THE DUE DATE of the project... that it won't be due.
THIS BOY IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. A roller coaster of insanity. I'm not ready to be a girlfriend, I'm hurt!!! And people who do things like you are doing make me even less ready to be a girlfriend.
I could call you names, but I wouldn't mean them. So, contrary to my actual size, I'm going to be the bigger person I think. And when your clan of like... 2,000 people hate me, I guess I hope you feel good about yourself.
Oh, and my friends who said they'd come in for my birthday, the last teenage one, you know that thing that happens ONCE a year, they're not coming. Oh, and my other friends, they have a dance competition in Ohio. Oh, and the two friends that will be left here, they don't speak to each other. So... hco it is. Fuck this week. I feel like... the scum of the earth or something.
I think I've been crying for like nine hours lol.
Oh well, people will talk, right?