So I have to go to the band party today. It's the band from school, like an "end of season" party.

I'm currently suffering sitting by myself because I had parties with people I just feel awkward with.

I told my friend Linzy I was getting some lemonade, and then I was the last one upstairs. I sat on the carpet in content, until John knocked Linzy over with a beanbag...

Which landed on my arm holding the sticky drink. It got all over the carpet, my arm, clothes, hair. Except for my new nike air shoes, which I'm glad that are still clean, the only thing that's clean.

By the way, the party is at the guys house who I went to homecoming with.

Makes things much worse.

So after feeling embarrassed and humiliated by wiping the carpet an my hair with a towel, I decide not to say anything and John, the stupid cocky bastard now going to be a fucking junior, starts talking and I say something and he's like "Who's the one who has a car? HUH?"

I'm sorry that I'm too broke to buy my own fucking car.

So a few minutes later, I'm on my phone trying to not lash out and I decide to look for Alana, who's a chill sophomore girl I'm cool with. So I ask "Hey, where's Alana?"

Then Ethan the faggot's all like "What the hell?! I thought you said Obama."

I'm so done. Oh HELL NO. I'm sick of being with people who can't respect me.

I literally was like "Jesus Christ." And walked out like a badass. I slammed that door behind me without tripping for once.

So currently I'm outside sitting on a chair with the grown ups. It's so much better.

I honestly hate parties. It's too much pressure. I can't deal with stupid people, especially from school.

I didn't even wanna come in the first place. Ugh.

Hey, at least my eyeliner is on fleek for real, my makeup is BOMB AF DUDES.

Probably a quick update to come. Yay. Cause I'm a loner waiting for the ice cream. lol.