Today. I woke up late, Angela didn't go to school, CPH test, blahblah, etc. I walked around, fake as helll, with a smile on my face. Answered that one question, "Are you okay?", with a fake ass answer of "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?", multiple times. Obviously, I am not.
I hate being ignored. My best is apparently not good enough. I'm tired of exbfs. Some people need to grow a pair. I hate how I'm complaining too much. I can't help you if I'm the problem. I always have the worst days in the prettiest weather. Wtf.
Tomorrow's another day, and I'm hoping it won't be the same.
Kaaaaaay byeeeeee
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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