I don’t really wanna go to school tomorrow. Going to school is like going to Drama City. Everyone’s been having some beef lately and I’m just sick and tired of it. Then again, I’m ready to confront a bitch tomorrow. I’m usually an assertive person when I confront someone, but I’m going to unleash all this shit inside me tomorrow. In the end, I’ll be labeled as the bad guy, but hey it should at least be somewhat worth it.
Writing shit on Facebook does not make you stand up for yourself. I didn’t want drama, but hey you asked for it. Ugh, if you wanna say something, say it to my face, not over text. You do not know how stupid you are looking right now. I just wanted us to get along, but nope. &Bro, you are a follower. So why cry over that fact?
Fuck you for over reacting. I’m sorry I cant control things. I’m sorry I accidentally ripped your certificate. I’m sorry I ever met you in the first place. You know what? If you care more about that fucking certificate than our friendship, then fuck you. I mean, I’m not shocked at all you reacted that way. I’m just morely shocked that you threw 3/4 of the letters I fucking wrote you. Go die in a hole.
I’m just going to ramble on, so please excuse my nonsense.
Serenity’s presents in the morning, Free dress day, did nothing but listen to presentations in Early Bird, worked on group projects in Geography, played with Jurain’s hair during second, best friend wouldn’t stop bothering me in third. That nigga kept on twirling my hair, poking my back, grabbing my shoulders, and squeezing me. Anyways, did nothing in fourth, bought last minute crappy grams during lunch, saw Jonesy’s new hairdo in fifth, and watched very akward videos in sixth. I mean, today didn’t sound like much, but I personally thought it was absolutely fantastic!<3 Even if I felt forever alone half of the time..
So the Uruguay National Rugby Union Team came to Roy today. I must say, there were so many fangirls. We also took writing proficiency(but everyone forgot about that when hot rugby players came to school).
Being best friends is worth much more than a label. You’re supposed to be there for the other person during the good and the bad times. Their victory is your victory, and your defeat is their defeat. Your best friend is the person you tell everything to. They’re the person who you’re comfortable with. They’re the one you argue and have the stupidest conversations with. They’re the one who knows how you’re truly feeling inside. So, point is, best friends: a friendship more important than the label itself.