I hate school
I want to leave.
I am thinking of leaving.
And if no one stops me, I will.
It's not the sort of thing where you just do what you want and go.
It's like.
You need to be told that you can't go because someone, anyone, would desperately miss you and have fits with out you.
Today sucked, at least after lunch.
Jose kept making everyone leave me...::sigh:: no one but Chantel cared. I guess.
Mysti was off trying to get into some guy's pants, so whatever.
She has almost every guy drooling to touch her. And she barely notices it. She could have so many people.
Great guys.
Wonderful guys.
Guys I'd die to have.
Sucks for me and Leeanna.
Mysti has Toby and Crisco pretty much.
And well, she has some other people too. Which sucks.
Nothing I can do about it, I'm not good enough.
well.
Anyways.
I was skipping with Jose (sxe, obviously) and Sean and Toby knocked me flat on my back and hurt my elbow. I can't bend it straight and it kind of stings. Wtf.
Sean just told me to get over it. Hmph.
I just have something to say--if you pulla joke like you did and think that it's funny, that's really asinine and stupid. It really hurt that you'd let me cry on the fucking bus and not care. And another thing as well, so make it two. If only one person was devastated that you were leaving, and everyone else was just "eh, oh well." and you think they hate you, Why do you hang out with them? I'd seriously rethink who my real friends were. But Whatever. You always do what you want so I doubt my words will even permeate your corpulant head.
Anyways, Jose started syaing some shit about me loud enough for me too hear, and I just lost it.
I kept thinking about how no one would ever stand up to him for me.
I can't ever stand up to myself in times like this.
They're just like.."oh well. Too bad for you I guess."
Which makes me think if I'm not worth fighting for, I'm pretty fucking worthless.
And I keep thinking and thinking about things.
How I'm not going to like anyone in the foreseeable future.
How everyone is so unappealing, except, well, that's shit.
And how no one has ever kissed me before. I mean. Yes. I have kissed Sean. I have kissed a few guys. I don't remember their names. But. No one has ever actually kissed me. The closest to coming to that is Sean asking me if I wanted him to kiss me. Which is just weird because who the crap ever asks that? It's a mindfuck I'd like to do with out. Sometimes he is just too polite.
Anyways, back to me breaking down in 5th.
I left Munsell and went to the bathroom and cried for about fifteen minutes.
Chantel came in and got me, telling me something about tlp or whatever.
I don't know.
Anyways after school me and Toby and Ash Jenny and Dulce walked to the bus stop and saw Jose and Sean so we stopped by. I sat and Jose kept throwing the bag in my face, I guess expecting me to tell him to stop. But I didn't have enough energy.
Then I walked home with the double b threat behind me. I didn't feel like them being behind me the whole time (one of them threw a glass bottle towards me and kept kicking rocks...I expect that was the tall, dark one.) So I went to the park and cried there for about ten minutes.
Then I went home and had the best fucking QUESSADILLA OF MY LIFE.
Thank you.
I am thinking of leaving.
And if no one stops me, I will.
It's not the sort of thing where you just do what you want and go.
It's like.
You need to be told that you can't go because someone, anyone, would desperately miss you and have fits with out you.
Today sucked, at least after lunch.
Jose kept making everyone leave me...::sigh:: no one but Chantel cared. I guess.
Mysti was off trying to get into some guy's pants, so whatever.
She has almost every guy drooling to touch her. And she barely notices it. She could have so many people.
Great guys.
Wonderful guys.
Guys I'd die to have.
Sucks for me and Leeanna.
Mysti has Toby and Crisco pretty much.
And well, she has some other people too. Which sucks.
Nothing I can do about it, I'm not good enough.
well.
Anyways.
I was skipping with Jose (sxe, obviously) and Sean and Toby knocked me flat on my back and hurt my elbow. I can't bend it straight and it kind of stings. Wtf.
Sean just told me to get over it. Hmph.
I just have something to say--if you pulla joke like you did and think that it's funny, that's really asinine and stupid. It really hurt that you'd let me cry on the fucking bus and not care. And another thing as well, so make it two. If only one person was devastated that you were leaving, and everyone else was just "eh, oh well." and you think they hate you, Why do you hang out with them? I'd seriously rethink who my real friends were. But Whatever. You always do what you want so I doubt my words will even permeate your corpulant head.
Anyways, Jose started syaing some shit about me loud enough for me too hear, and I just lost it.
I kept thinking about how no one would ever stand up to him for me.
I can't ever stand up to myself in times like this.
They're just like.."oh well. Too bad for you I guess."
Which makes me think if I'm not worth fighting for, I'm pretty fucking worthless.
And I keep thinking and thinking about things.
How I'm not going to like anyone in the foreseeable future.
How everyone is so unappealing, except, well, that's shit.
And how no one has ever kissed me before. I mean. Yes. I have kissed Sean. I have kissed a few guys. I don't remember their names. But. No one has ever actually kissed me. The closest to coming to that is Sean asking me if I wanted him to kiss me. Which is just weird because who the crap ever asks that? It's a mindfuck I'd like to do with out. Sometimes he is just too polite.
Anyways, back to me breaking down in 5th.
I left Munsell and went to the bathroom and cried for about fifteen minutes.
Chantel came in and got me, telling me something about tlp or whatever.
I don't know.
Anyways after school me and Toby and Ash Jenny and Dulce walked to the bus stop and saw Jose and Sean so we stopped by. I sat and Jose kept throwing the bag in my face, I guess expecting me to tell him to stop. But I didn't have enough energy.
Then I walked home with the double b threat behind me. I didn't feel like them being behind me the whole time (one of them threw a glass bottle towards me and kept kicking rocks...I expect that was the tall, dark one.) So I went to the park and cried there for about ten minutes.
Then I went home and had the best fucking QUESSADILLA OF MY LIFE.
Thank you.