i hated my weekend.
i hate the fact that i was ignored for more than half the time.
i hate the feeling of being a loner,
again.
i hate the fact that after i felt like this, it did not get any better.
i hate how i had to try to tell _____ my problems in front of people instead of saying in private.
i hate the feeling of being used,
again.
i hate that i was sick.
i hate the fact some people just thought ahead and thought i was ignoring people.
i hate the fact that i was barely even talking.
i hate the fact that i was trying to get back closer with my "friends", but all they did was have the expression of "wtf" in their eyes and body language.
i hate the fact that i did not belong with my "friends".
i hate the fact that im the only one out of my "friends" that is fat and over 5'4" which makes me stick out.
i hate the feeling that noone wanted me there.
i hate the fact i lost my phone, that i had some what good memories saved in there.
i hate the fact that people gave me the look like i was over reacting just cause i lost a phone.
i hate the fact that i couldnt stop crying when i saw my "friends".
i hate the fact that i couldnt cry so when i finally died i pour all my feelings out in public.
i hate the fact i got even more sick.
i hate the fact that it was raining.
i hate the pain i was feeling.
i hate the tiredness, hurt, and worries that i had felt.
i hate the fact that when i look at something, its like oh she doesnt like me anymore.
i hate the fact that im still getting ignored.
i hate the fact that i dont have anyone to lean on.
i hate the fact that when i do have someone i cant say what i want to say.
i hate the fact that i cant express my feelings well.
i hate the fact that i tried to make an effort for atleast getting close again, but failed.
i hate the fact that i wasnt even invited.
i hate the fact that i wasnt even acknowledge until something bad happened to me.
i hate that i had to be with new people i just met because my "friends" werent exactly wanting me there.
i hate the fact i never found my phone.
i hate the fact that when i came back home, i was even more depressed.
i hate the fact i did not go to school today because i am sick and aching.
i hate the fact that i have to be happy in front of my grandma and think my friendships with my "friends" are terrific.
i hate the fact that i got someone mad and pissed that theyre ignoring me.
i hate the fact that i have to go to school tomorrow and worry about how its going to be.
i hate the feeling that when im back at school people are going to ignore me more.
i hate the fact that i know people have worse lives than me, but i cant deal with mine.
i hate that fact that im so scared of everything.
i hate the fact i rely on the people around me.
i hate the fact that when i was at choosuk, no one knew what im exactly going through cause i keep my mouth shut and just got someone mad cause they asked what was wrong.
i hate my weekend.
this has got to be the worst weekend ever.
i know for you, it was totally different.
maybe its just me who is feeling this.
maybe you guys dont notice these things.
maybe im over reacting
maybe its just cause i feel hurt.
i hated my weekend.
this has got to be the worst weekends ever.