I'm gonna be moving in the next month. Ugh, I hate packing. I wish I could move down to Pasadena or Hollywood, but then my mom would have to find a new job, and we don't have time for that. :(
Also, it seems that no one has the fucking nerve to say what they really think of me to my face. These bitches have been talking shit about me and its really starting to piss me off. The worst part is that everything they say is way off. They said I broke down crying for no reason, when I was actually really depressed and the teacher was trying to call my mom, who goes apeshit over fucking everything and I would've had to deal with that shit for like a week. They say I'm too innocent, but it seems they've never heard me speak, especially in PE (me and my bestie rant in PE and let's just say that our language isn't exactly rated G). They say I'm emo, that I cut myself. I'm not emo, and even when I show that there isn't a single scar from cutting on my wrists, they still don't shut up. They say no one likes me... that's probably the only thing they've said that's true. I mean, not everyone hates me necessarily, there are people who are nice to me, but no one genuinely likes me except for maybe 5 people. Well, I guess I'm just a loner then.
I wish everyone would just fuck off and leave me alone.
-Ritalin Kitty
