| Current mood: | disappointed |
| Current music: | hellogoodbye | two weeks in hawaii |
what has she done to my darling innocent boy, my favorite late night someone?
so it's monday and my day, in one word, was unbelievable. it began at 6:25 am. i got up, straightened my hair, got dressed, applied concealer, then gathered up my belongings and left for the busstop. once there, well, the bus came and that was that. i arrived at school, and i think it is safe to say that my day most certainly did not go on as it normally does. or maybe it is dangerous to say, you would not know the difference.
so anyway, at approximately whenever o'clock, in between classes, i stumbled upon i-only-talk-to-lisa-when-i'm-bored-or-when-alex-is-away emma. i decided that it was time to end our friendship, so i pushed her. maybe i pushed her a little harder than i should have, it would probably be favorable to apologize. well yeah, that was about the only unbelievable or unusual thing about my day.
well, the rest of the afternoon rolled along pretty smoothly, and soon the day ended. i got on the bus and arrived home. i then ate an afterschool snack and got online because that is what you do when your parents don't drive you anywhere and your 'friends' are the sort of friends that dont pick you up or visit afterschool or call or hang out or even put you in their profile. so yeah, maybe i am feeling sorry for myself. i apologize sincerely. only not because i hate all the people that read my journal.
but you know something. now that i am already down feel-sorry-for-yourself drive, i just think that it is a little odd. am i unapproachable or weird or something like that? sure i have people that i can say are my friends, but are they really? only about 5 actually talk to me in public situations. i don't think i've received any phone calls either. god, i really hate you guys. yes, you guys, don't look so surprised.
alright that's enough! i am not hardcore enough to feel this sorry for myself and hate all these people. someone put me in their profile and i will never mention all those secrets i know about everyone and their mothers.
.. man, i hate writing entries with real feeling.
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