Ouch.

Today sucked. There was nothing good to cancel out the bad, therefore some not-exactly-shitty things were made even more shitty.

Josh (who used to go to my old school) was a dick head. Normally I wouldn't care, but it just reminded me of so much shit that I couldn't handle it. I was quite in the mood for a bit of a slapping at that point, but he hid behind his sister. His sister is a big fat emosexual cunt.

In art Brooke decided to beat me up for no reason. I obviously wasn't in the mood for this so I told her to fuck off and shut the fuck up. Of course she didn't. So when I fought back I kicked a cut she has on her leg. It required stiches at the time, but she's just hamming it up now (four months is enough healing time, don't you think?). So she then went fucking nuts at me and beat me up quite badly. Everyone seemed to find it rather funny. I did what I seem to do so often when people bash me up and just sat there and took it. I doubt my arm will get better anytime soon.

This was bad enough, but then Brooke decided that she could be a bitch to me. So I had to put up with more shit. She then went and fucking tried to scratch my eye out. This is bad as I have a new type of contact lense and have to be so very careful with my eyes. It seems alright now.

Jess was also a cunt. She was stealing my stuff (again) and pinching me and shit. It didn't hurt, but after all the crap I had got I was over it. So I am miserable, sore and very pissed off now.

Liam is once again not online. I hope he's okay. Perhaps he hasn't had enough milk... or oranges.

That cut is getting worse. I think it's infected.

I don't really know what else to type. I'm just oging to type because I can, now. It's always nicer to type something up. Maybe I feel better after it because I can vent my feelings a little... Who knows? Obviously not me, and I doubt you do.

I seem to be mildly addicted to Little Birdy. How nice.

I still won't cry. That'll make them too happy. I never cry. Never ever. If I do, I don't tell anyone about it. I hate to cry. It's like saying "Yeah. You broke me down. I'm not strong enough to handle your shit. Lay more on me. Go on. I'm already down Bring me further."

Liam is now here. This is good. I like Liam.


I may go now. I am getting crappy.
Toodles.