Sand in my stilettos.
WELL.
Life is treating me like shit, once again.
I bombed my math quiz, and don't tell me "it's not that bad!"
33% is really bad. I really like him, but he likes Tyana, the dumb
new girl who talks about everyone, so that really sucks monkey butt.
I'm drownding in homework, literally. I have three binders next to me, two
text books, three books, and my backpack. I'm not feeling to hot, at the moment.
& to top it off, it's a Monday.
If I'm lucky, things will turn it's away around, but luck,
for me? pysh, that's like drinking orange juice, right after you brushed
your teeth. The taste never goes away, and it's always in the back of your mind
for the rest of the day. My birthday is coming up shortly, thank god. I'm getting something
from best buy, and it's NOT a camera. So I'm on my tippy toes, praying, that it's a MAC,
wii, or a new TV. Who knows with my parents, though...
It always occurs to me, that I'm not pretty, I'm not skinny, I'm not funny,
and I am most definitely not smart. I always wonder why it
happens to me. Why I always am the one who
gets a horrible grade, who can't crack
a joke to save someone's life.
Even on the internet,
I feel like a
failure.
But Jack made me smile today. That's always a plus, right?
I'm stuck inbetween Jack and Noah. Noah's funny
and all, but Jack's sweet and funny, but
Noah's taller then me, and I know
I shouldn't be judging them
by appearance, but
I can't help it.
Time will
choose.
And now we're onto the other boy, Brady.
Why, why does he flirt flirt with me?
He knows I hate his guts,
he knows I know he's
a liar, but yet he still
chooses to flirt.
It makes me
wanna
rip
my
hair
out.
And now, onto "friends".
Friends, can't live without them, eh?
Well sometimes it's the exact opposite. There
all so annoying, so immature. The only friend that
I thought wasn't like that, was Katie. Who stabbed me in
the back with her sharpest knife. I find it so hard to fit in, and I'm
Always a different person than I actually am. And I really have no idea why
& the sad part is, I don't even try.
If you read all this, this thanks for letting me vent.
That's my life on a Monday.
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