9:19
I'm feeling hurt, right now.
So. Fucking. Hurt.
My crush....
I just said hi, and he just....
He just said 'oh, I was expecting someone else, but ok'.
Thanks.
Thanks for hurting my shattered, fragile lil' glass heart pieces.
Just...
Thanks.
Two new kids arrived at school, today.
I kept eyeing them; they were swarmed by the "Cool/Popular Girls", twisting their gum between their thin fingers, and glittering, painted, claws.
With their thin bodies.
Thigh gaps.
One girl even took a picture with him, before I got a chance to say my welcomes.
I sounded pathetic.
I had to look up at him.
He was just too tall...
"You really seem like a celebrity here- what's your name?"
"Noah,"
"Noah; where ya' from?"
"Sweden,"
"Sweden. Cool; welcome to -stupid:corrupt:stupid:fucking:middleschool-
Of course, I dingy actually say that.
But when your an right grader, trapped in Hell, it's all you ever want to say....
Oh, and did I mention?
I'm having to take Pretty-Pills, again.
Oh joy.
Fuck life.