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A few weeks ago I was sitting alone in the auditorium, so this guy came over and sat next to me. I've hated him since 7th grade and really just wanted him to go away. He asked me why I always look so depressed, which is a stupid thing to say to someone you hardly know, and I quickly replied, "I don't know... but I'm not." He insisted that something was wrong and kept asking me to tell him about it. At first I wanted to stab him in the leg, but when he kept telling me to say what was on my mind I thought, "what the hell... who's he gonna tell?" So, I started with the little stuff. Too much stress, not enough money. And he listened. He looked me in the eyes and listened. So, I kept going. And going, and before I knew it I was crying my eyes out, spilling my heart and soul to this kid that I don't even like. And he listened. I just kept talking until I had absolutely nothing left to say. Then, he started talking. I swear, people are never what they seem. I haven't talked to him since, but he winks at me in the hallways and I like that I have secrets with him now. I don't know why I bothered typing all that out. All people really need sometimes is someone to listen, I guess.
There's only one day of school left and that makes me insanely happy. I think tomorrow will be the absolute most dreadful day of the year though, since I won't actually be doing anything but sitting there in uncomfortable chairs in hot, muggy rooms. So pointless. Who wants to skip all their classes and hang out with me in the IMC? C'mon, it's actually almost kind of cold in there. (BTW, is anyone else really creeped out that Dr. Sutherland has a twin??)
EDIT: that is not me in that icon