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| AnnaLeBelle (profile) wrote, on 11-19-2003 at 7:42pm | |
| Current mood: crushed Subject: What the fuck is with people these days?! |
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| Dear Jocelyn, Today was fine wasn't it? Just a chipper day for you. Right? Today I went to the guidance counselor. She suggested maybe I talk to Kristin or Morgan about the whole thing. Me and Eldis.. Feh. Right. I hate everything about everyone at the current moment. Couselor: Well, have you ever considered maybe she is feeling the same way? Me: I honestly have.. but by the way she looks at me and acts like I don't even exsist, I really don't think she cares. Conselor: And how do you feel about this? I'm getting the sense that you feel betrayed because you thought this was someone who you could trust. Me: I honestly did think I could trust her. Conselor: Maybe you should make some new friends. Me: It's quite honestly scary. I mean, I never made friends well to begin with and now this... it makes me even wonder if there really are such things as friends... at least with her. Conselor: And you never noticed any kind of behavior like this before? Me: No.. even when she WAS with Morgan. Anyways.. It's not like it matters. Morgan comes before friends with her all of the time. But the real reason I think she isn't talking to me was because he threatened their relationship. Conselor: Oh? Me: Yes... A year and 2 months. Conselor: Well.. I think you should confront her and talk to her about it. Maybe we could call her down and-- Me: No no no no no... I would never want to confront her. Conselor: Why not? Me: It'll break what precious little we have left.. Conselor: Maybe Morgan? Me: No.. I really don't even care anymore. Conselor: Well. You should try to talk it out with her. You have to go to class now. Me: Okay.. bye. And that was it in a nut shell. so I grabbed my books and walked into Mrs. Vitale's class. Of course, I couldn't do my reading log because of the counselor but its my own fault,I guess. So I went to meet you guys ver by the gym and as I walked past Mrs. Vitale, she grabbed me and asked me if anything was wroing.... Her: Alexa, are you okay? Me: Yes.. I'm fine. Her: Because when you came in it looked like you were really upset. Me: Yea.. I know. Her: Are you sure your okay? You don't wanna talk about it? Me: Yea.. I don't have time to explain now.. maybe later. Her: Okay.. well. I didn't want to say it in class. I was really worried about you. Me: Okay.. bye Mrs Vitale! So.. it seems even the teachers can tell when I'm depressed. Mr. LaGrange can tell.. Mrs. Vitale can tell. I wonder who else can... maybe everybody else? I really question the fact that only adults can befriend me.. I really do. I just want to be a normal kid.. is that to much to ask? On a lighter note, I got a date on Saturday with my crush so I'm hoping I get happy before then. Word for the day: Neko -In Japanese, neko refers to a cat. A popular example is Kuro Neko from Trigun. his name literally translates to Black Cat. |
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| Anonymous | FULL O SHITE, 02-07-04 3:24pm Dude i am so sick of yall, oh my god, im so depressed, look at me, i live online at quizzilla and fuck with my answers so i look like im a angst ridden 13 YEAR OLD! Dude your a middle schooler, I know ALEXA. You are not a totured soul. You don't know the meaning of tortured. Oh boo hoo your daddy grounded you, boo hoo nobody will sit with you at lunch. You have no idea what opression and and depression is. When something worth complaining about happens to you let me kno. But until then, your so called journal is just full of your over cinematically acclaimed fake ass angst ridden pre teen shit. BOO YAH |
| Anonymous | FULL O SHITE, 02-07-04 3:27pm Dude i am so sick of yall, oh my god, im so depressed, look at me, i live online at quizzilla and fuck with my answers so i look like im a angst ridden 13 YEAR OLD! Dude your a middle schooler, I know ALEXA. You are not a totured soul. You don't know the meaning of tortured. Oh boo hoo your daddy grounded you, boo hoo nobody will sit with you at lunch. You have no idea what opression and and depression is. When something worth complaining about happens to you let me kno. But until then, your so called journal is just full of your over cinematically acclaimed fake ass angst ridden pre teen shit. BOO YAH |