So today was a day.
I thought my friends had been viciously murdered by some lunatic because I couldn't find them, I then saw them sitting on a bench and surprisingly there was no psychopathic dude with a weapon around.
I had Geography first, it was so boring I'm not even gonna go there-
Then I had DT and some photographers came round and made us smile like possessed maniacs whilst holding saws so that won't look totally creepy on the school website at all-
Our teacher gave us sweets afterwards though and although that's kinda a primary school thing I wasn't going to deny perfectly good sweets 👀
Then I had PE and we were doing frisbee which I didn't actually know was a professional sport but you learn something everyday, am I right? No I know I'm not. How hard can throwing and catching a flying disk be? I thought. But after running around on my short, fat little legs trying to get the damn bugger in the boiling heat of summer and failing miserably in front of a bunch of highly judgemental people, I was proved wrong. It is hard, and intend to never ever ever play it "professionally" again.
After that torture I had counselling which was quite fun, I have counselling for my emetophobia which is a fear of vomiting. And also for general anxiety and possible OCD. I did a visualising exercise where I met my four year old self (not really of course, that would be extremely concerning). Then I painted what I saw and then we did a mini-exposure thing. Exposure is the only way for me to get out of this now but I'm scared people 😰
Then came after school, and I had to boil to death in my Mum's friends house and teach her daughter to read. She has chosen to read Harry Potter 1 which is fine for when you can ACTUALLY READ but she's still learning so every word is a slow painful struggle that makes me want to drop kick that book and all it's characters out of the window. And maybe take myse— I mean what hhh
Had piella for dinner, watched a film, and here I am.
Now for the 🫖 t e a🫖
For the privacy of these people I will use different names that I'll pick randomly
Bob: I ship Rose and John ("Rose" is one of my best friends so I wasn't having that, she hates "John")
Me: I ship you and a dustbin
Bob: Shut up you small midget c**t
Me: You're not exactly reaching the top shelf yourself (he's like the same height as me)
Bob: *walks off*
Not much tea today but I'll have more soon
Oh yeh and "John" also told us the only reason he sits at our table is because apparently we have no tits so he doesn't get tempted. One, I literally have a growth deficiency disorder and my bone growth and development is 3 years delayed, I'll continue growing when I'm 21. Two, I do have them of course they're just not huge doughballs yet LmAo. And three, just fuck off John that's out of order just lik— I mean what hhhh 👀
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