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I want to fucking die.
Nov. 12th, 2007 04:28 pmWell what should have been a good day turned out to be a real shitter.
It started out with me seeing such sexiness and feeling so great, to suddenly everything I knew that made me happy was taken away.
My life sucks.
After lunch I had Mr. Toddrick's class and it seemed to go okay, he was a little nervous (which I found cute), but things quickly turned bad. When the class was over he asked me to stay after and he handed me a new schedule. I looked at it and immediately noticed his class wasn't on it. I asked him why and he said it was because I was failing.
I knew that wasn't the real reason, so when I kept asking him why he'd do something like that, he told me all the real reasons: because I had seen him in the bathroom and because I had asked to give him a blowjob. He said it was just a stupid crush again.
He kept trying to blow off my feelings and trying to make me out as some kind of stupid horny teenager.
I told him I loved him, and he said spending time away from him would make me get over it. I begged him not to do that to me. I begged him to let me stay in his class because its the only thing that means anything to me in my painful existence.
After I begged him enough he finally changed my schedule back, but then told me he wouldn't ever forgive me for what I did to him. It sucks. It sucks so bad.
Then when I got out to my car, some fucking retard had written something hurtful on the back window of my car. I just wanted to fucking die.
When I got home I tried to get it off but it wouldn't come off. I got really upset and angry and broke the back window of my car just to make the taunting words go away.
My dad heard something break in the driveway and came out to see I had broken my car window. He yelled at me, demanding to know why I did it. I told him someone had written something cruel on my window and I couldn't get it off, and I didn't want to see it there mocking me all the god damn time. He told me I overreacted and that I shouldn't have broken the stupid window. I told him I was either going to break the window or shoot the kid that did that shit to my car. He got so pissed off at me and hit me.
He just doesn't understand what it's like! If he had known what I had been through.
If he knew what it was like to be hated by the person that means the most to you in your life.
I wanna fucking throw myself from a cliff. Why are there no fucking cliffs around here?
It started out with me seeing such sexiness and feeling so great, to suddenly everything I knew that made me happy was taken away.
My life sucks.
After lunch I had Mr. Toddrick's class and it seemed to go okay, he was a little nervous (which I found cute), but things quickly turned bad. When the class was over he asked me to stay after and he handed me a new schedule. I looked at it and immediately noticed his class wasn't on it. I asked him why and he said it was because I was failing.
I knew that wasn't the real reason, so when I kept asking him why he'd do something like that, he told me all the real reasons: because I had seen him in the bathroom and because I had asked to give him a blowjob. He said it was just a stupid crush again.
He kept trying to blow off my feelings and trying to make me out as some kind of stupid horny teenager.
I told him I loved him, and he said spending time away from him would make me get over it. I begged him not to do that to me. I begged him to let me stay in his class because its the only thing that means anything to me in my painful existence.
After I begged him enough he finally changed my schedule back, but then told me he wouldn't ever forgive me for what I did to him. It sucks. It sucks so bad.
Then when I got out to my car, some fucking retard had written something hurtful on the back window of my car. I just wanted to fucking die.
When I got home I tried to get it off but it wouldn't come off. I got really upset and angry and broke the back window of my car just to make the taunting words go away.
My dad heard something break in the driveway and came out to see I had broken my car window. He yelled at me, demanding to know why I did it. I told him someone had written something cruel on my window and I couldn't get it off, and I didn't want to see it there mocking me all the god damn time. He told me I overreacted and that I shouldn't have broken the stupid window. I told him I was either going to break the window or shoot the kid that did that shit to my car. He got so pissed off at me and hit me.
He just doesn't understand what it's like! If he had known what I had been through.
If he knew what it was like to be hated by the person that means the most to you in your life.
I wanna fucking throw myself from a cliff. Why are there no fucking cliffs around here?
