Sorry I haven't updated actual poems in a while, but school has fucking worn me out.

So, the first day, I got off at the wrong school. Turns out, the bus I ride does not get off at the school I go to! Which no one bothered to tell me. I cried twice in frustration, because thats5my approach to anger. I got into the wrong grade because no one would listen to me when I said I was not a 7th grader. La-Dee-da, I don't want to details that.

This day, Monday, I was called a brown-nosing nerd because I said I liked books and enjoyed reading. And I answered the history teacher's questions, which makes me a "geek know it all". I couldn't dribble a ball so I had to run 10 laps around the gym. Which is horrible minus the fact that I am fat and have self-image issues, meaning the entire class got to really see how jello-based I was because he sat them down while I ran. I couldn't transition into GTT or band. This kid broke my watch that my dead great grandma gave to me, and of course, the quiet shy new girl wasn't aloud to complain about that. I cried once, wanted to swallow glass, and it took all my will power not to go to the bathroom and force myself to vomit.

I kept expecting to see people from my old school in the halls, my friends included. On top of this, this school's top priority is sports. When every teacher made us stand up and talk about ourselves - I am antisocial and can't stand up in front of people I don't know so I almost cried from that cause of my stupid shyness - I was the only one who didn't like sports, so I'm all alone here. On the bright side, no friends gives me time to better my grades, right? The library only had two almost empty shelves. The "nonfiction" was made up of children's books. And while I was writing to get away from it all, I was mocked for that too and a kid even shoved me for it.

I have only been here for two days, I can't take an entire year!

Oh, and that's just the stress school gives me.

Completely left out that my parents are fighting, I am having one of the times where I contemplate my relationships and try to cut them off, I was feeling suicidal again before all of this happened...

And a lot more.

So, yeah... Wish me luck, guys...

Teacher: What would you like for lunch?

Me: Glass.