Friday, June 5, 2009

Fucked up day, fucked up everything.

No shit, I'm having the worst day f'reaal. FUCKING SUCKS ASS. I'm out of it, I'm pissed, I'm upset, I'm hurt, I'm just fucking fed up. I could really use a big ass gallon of ice cold blue Gatorade. Funny thing is, it ain't people. except one in particular, it's just me and my doings that are making me so so so, ugh, whatever! This is all killing me, this day is just the worst. The absolute worst :( For the first time, I broke out crying in school today, in private with besteezy of course. The only one that's really there for me, and I just passed a certain someone at the exact moment too who exactly shuns me the fuck off. It was the fucking best, just the best. YOU my friend are the best. Yeah I know I shunned you off, I sent you the longest text of saying sorry last night, and it's my fault now so whatever I can't even begin to explain how that made my day worse. All I wanted now was to be good with you, I even attempted looking for you after lunch, then after 8th period, NOWHERE to be found. I texted you periods before that as well, NOTHING. My day accordingly:

- Phone disconnected on me 5th period, cos mom forgot to pay.
- Took me fucking 15 minutes to text on 3 different people's phones today, all for a specfic someone.
- Library was closed, couldn't complete project.
- ^ Because it was closed, I had to work on it during 7th period, which caused me not to be able to finish my review worksheet, which ended up being collected and graded.
(& if you're gonna ask why I didn't work on it the night before, I DID my part, I was in a group and needed everyone's information to paste on the board, given 2 days to complete a long ass project. I planned to do it in the library, stress fucking free, but no, closed, which risked my grade to go LOWER in algebra)
- I have a fucking D in algebra, and it's gonna stay 'cos my teacher isn't counting the final exam into our final 4th quarter grade. GREAT!
- We ended up having to present on Monday, WOW!!!!!!!!!
- Called my mom to pick me up from school, made me wait fucking 20 minutes just standing there.
- Go into my fucking room to RELAX, I open the door to my room to see SHIT SHIT SHIT, brother's clothes, luggages, cabinets, ALL INSIDE MY ROOM. My mom is re-painting my brother's room since he got locked up, and while they're painting it, ALL HIS SHIT IS IN MY FUCKING ROOM.

WHATTHEFUCK.

I'm sick of this. I'm sick of everything. I hate this.

I'm ready to just break down, I wanna cry so bad but my rooms invaded with all this shit taking up every part of my room I can't even walk in it. This is great. The best, the fucking best.

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