Now what will I do.

[velouria]

Someone stole my favorite lipstick. It didn't even have a lid. Assholes. I hope you're enjoying it. I suppose they're going to wear it in front of me now. Like that one day in middle school, I returned from running around the length of the school five hundred times in Gym to find that my fucking shirt was gone. Then the next day I saw the fucking girl beside my locker wearing my shirt. I was too dumbfounded to say anything. I thought perhaps she'd gotten confused and somehow managed to put on my shirt and yet keep hers. Cause I sure as hell don't/didn't have it. Anyway, her name was Sheena and she continued to wear it throughout the duration of the school year. I never said anything. I just take comfort in the fact that she's going to hell.

I learned recently that they don't run around the school for fun in other states? Apparently there's snow, so they stay indoors. I did everything from run up and down bleachers to long jumping in sand to throwing myself over hurdles. Why, I don't know. It didn't make me a better person. Unless you consider rolling up in a ball consumed with heat stroke while sobbing violently becoming a better person.

I don't want to think about this. It's horrid. This is all horrid. I'm bored. My "French" man went to sleep about five hours ago leaving me to fend for myself.

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thanks, friend!

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[(Anonymous)]

In middle school this whore stole my markers that were in my binder that i left in the changing room in the gym. my cousin saw her do it and said nothing.
This is why she got knocked up with twins at the age of 19. *chuckles to herself*

-skank