I can’t do it, not today.
People chose today, the day I’m in the worst possible mood, to fuck with me. DO NOT throw my bag on the cafeteria floor, break all my pretzels (THE ONLY thing I’ve eaten today) so I can’t eat them, pull my chair out from under me, throw corn at me, and call me a bitch because I’m in a bad mood. Seriously, like fuck you. You notice I’m about to cry and you continue to make it worse. You SAW me get pissed then leave. What did I do when I left? Went home and cried asshole. And who do I have to talk to? No one. I feel like the little loser kid in elementary school who eats in the bathroom because they have nowhere else to go. I can’t go to lunch anymore because I fucking have nowhere to sit. I have no one to talk to. I can’t wait to get out of this place.
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Mar
27
