Parachute
The weirdest things have been bothering me lately. I can't stand the word physiographic and seeing a full bottle of something next to the same bottle, just nearly empty, annoys me. I don't understand it. Maybe it's a phase, maybe it's PMS, I don't know, maybe it'll go away. I hope it goes away. I hope I can look at the same nearly empty bottle and full bottle and not see something obnoxious, but just two bottles, different but the same. How did my perspective on things change over night? I looked at those two bottles last night as just that, and today I look at them and they look so... Abysmally offending. In any case...
Dillon's back at El Toro, just like I wanted it to be, destiny or luck, it doesn't matter, I don't care. I'm glad he's back, even after we break up, I think I'll be glad he's back. It's almost like everything's the same again, everyone's so happy lately. Oh, and I ran the mile today faster than I ever have. Nine minutes and twenty-three seconds, now I understand that still sucks, but when you've been getting ten, eleven, twelve minutes, nine is really good. Rachel's been giving me the dirtiest looks lately, everytime she does, I want to strangle her, but I can't even say anything. If I say something to her, I'm automatically taunting, threatening, or provoking her and it doesn't matter what she does to me, because she's the fat cherub and I'm the skinny phantom. Or something. Mr. Collins won't even listen to my side of the story, it's Rachel's side of the story or nothing at all, that's not fair. They don't have any proof I've been doing anything to her, so how can they accuse me? Just because some girl that likes my boyfriend and hates me keeps saying I'm taunting her doesn't mean I am and I told Mr. Collins that and apparently him and the cop "can't" believe me, because I've lied before...
Bullshit, I tell you, bullshit.
Dillon's back at El Toro, just like I wanted it to be, destiny or luck, it doesn't matter, I don't care. I'm glad he's back, even after we break up, I think I'll be glad he's back. It's almost like everything's the same again, everyone's so happy lately. Oh, and I ran the mile today faster than I ever have. Nine minutes and twenty-three seconds, now I understand that still sucks, but when you've been getting ten, eleven, twelve minutes, nine is really good. Rachel's been giving me the dirtiest looks lately, everytime she does, I want to strangle her, but I can't even say anything. If I say something to her, I'm automatically taunting, threatening, or provoking her and it doesn't matter what she does to me, because she's the fat cherub and I'm the skinny phantom. Or something. Mr. Collins won't even listen to my side of the story, it's Rachel's side of the story or nothing at all, that's not fair. They don't have any proof I've been doing anything to her, so how can they accuse me? Just because some girl that likes my boyfriend and hates me keeps saying I'm taunting her doesn't mean I am and I told Mr. Collins that and apparently him and the cop "can't" believe me, because I've lied before...
Bullshit, I tell you, bullshit.