But I’d only be worrying about my cats.
Or my room.
Actually, I should be working.
I’m going to do that.
I can’t fail these finals.
They’re next week. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
I need to study.
Then after studying, I need to clean.
I need a new wardrobe since I’m too big for most of my clothes.
I need to donate the clothes that are too small for me.
Or give them to friends.
… Fuck. Excuse my language.
It’s really sinking in that finals are next week.
Ten days until summer vacation and the beginning of more summer work.
Finally.
Chin up baby girl. Keep strong!
When I do that, I get hurt. Thanks, though. I wish I had more friends like you, anon.
I asked.
I was curious.
It only clarifies that fact of the matter:
He doesn’t really like me.
I don’t care what he says, or what anyone else says.
She was better than me.
She is better than me.
She will always be better than me.
So it just makes me wonder, honestly.
Why bother liking me?
She’s the talented, nicer, sweeter, kinder, more attractive, more generous, -insert more compliments here- of me and her.
So what makes me great?
Absolutely nothing.
I’m going to conclude that you only like me because I partially reflect what she is.
Not all of it, but a little bit.
So you cling to that like you wish you clung to her.
I understand.
I just wished you like me for me.
But I can tell that you hate my flaws as much as I do.
I guess that’s what settling is.
While others can fruitfully lash their tongues in a motion that creates beautiful waves of sound across the universe, I must wait.
I’m a horrible speaker.
I can’t even really make things up on the fly.
My mind is jumbled.
When I attempt to say things, no matter how hard I try to make it right, I mess up.
The only time I didn’t mess everything I said up was when I was speaking for my dead classmate.
Yes, I remember that.
It’s hard to forget since the school doesn’t leave the topic alone.
Anyway, I just need to put a lot of thought into everything I say.
I can’t function if I don’t.
Stumbling over every word, fluctuating in every pitch I own with this vocal chord.
I’m confusing myself. I’m done.
Some people have great ones.
Photographic.
Some have average ones.
Me? Mine’s horrible.
I have quite the short-term memory loss.
Now, after I say something, I forget in less than a minute.
The years beyond in the past, however, I can remember quite fondly.
That, and I remember such trivial things about others.
But, when it comes to myself, blank blank WHAT’S THAT?
It’s weird.
I’d rather remember what’s going to be on the school final, though.
Too bad my mind is pretty bad lately.
It’s a miracle that I still remember my name.
The best part is that after pressing “Create post,” I will forget almost everything I just typed.
I hope my memory improves one day.
Actually, I didn’t even click to post yet and I already forgot what I wrote.
Laughing is the best medicine. Let me be your doctor.
These are just some of the many pictures I’d taken in the last half an hour. I had too much fun.
After we bombed our presentation, Pierce and I were left to wash the dishes.
All of them.
Even the ones we didn’t use.
I just thought that was funny.
Crystal, the one who got so angry because nothing was going wrong at the time, yelling about how others do nothing, ditched out with things to do.
Now, it was really funny since when I was done washing the dishes, and I was rushing to the bus, Crystal was standing near the lockers.. right next to the Foods room.
I just ran passed her. Whatever.
Now, Michele, good ol’ Michele.
Good ol’ backstabbing, idiot excuse for a wannabe somebody, Michele.
Her only excuse: “I’ve to catch the bus.”
Now, usually, I wouldn’t care.
But, this time, when Pierce and I finished clean-up, I walk out to the buses, and I made it to them with time to spare.
Now, if either of the other girls were there to help, it’d be done even faster.
Oh, well.
I’m calm now, I’m cool.
My grades are slowly lowering, and my patience is wearing thin.
In 8th period, Foods 2, my group had to present. We were first.
It was a partial disaster.
The guy I had a slight crush on decided to sit as uncomfortably close to the table as he can, so I’m already freaking out in my head.
Then, as we’re making the food, things go wrong.
The bacon doesn’t want to cook.
The eggs weren’t boiled through enough.
Everyone was yelling and laughing at us.
Insulting us.
Criticizing our every thought and move.
But then they have the nerve to be like YOU’RE HURTING THEIR FEELINGS to our teacher when she was like “I don’t like bread pudding.”
so I literally yelled out YOU ALL HAVE DONE THAT ALREADY. QUITE WELL, EVEN.
I just..
I came home and went back out to accompany my mother to the dentist.
As we’re leaving, she asks me if I need a hug.
I’m like, “I would love one.”
I start tearing up.
I’m breaking down.
I broke down in the car for about two tears before I got a headache and toughened up.
In biology, I went from getting A’s to C’s.
That won’t look too well on my overall grade and GPA..
No matter how hard I study
How much I try
I end up nowhere again.
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