Life is a Bitch

I Swear...

Online Diary Entry #1: October 7th, 2015

Let's start off with the fact that I am a young teenage trying to write down the thoughts that continuously come into my mind all the damn time. I am thirteen (fourteen in Korean age), and I have a lot to say. Growing up, well, still growing up, is not the easiest thing in the world. I won't bother going into the details about my younger life living with my mother, but I will go into the life of school...or should I say drama?

I recently caused my kneecap to move towards my thigh area, and the growth plate is loose. Fun, huh? So now I'm stuck on crutches and wearing a somewhat tight brace over the left knee. I walked into school on Monday, October 5th, 2015, and literally everyone was asking what the hell was wrong with me. I answered every question, but the next day, everyone forgot that I was in so much fucking pain and not being able to fucking walk. Teachers practically expected me to get up and get my paper or turn in assignments. Do I look like I can walk? Just because I'm wearing my jeans over my brace doesn't mean I'm not a "cripple." Not even students would offer to turn assignments in or even get my stuff until October 7th, 2015, when a nice blonde girl whose name I'm not mentioning offered to turn in my test. Seriously? One fucking girl?

Walking on crutches is the worst thing ever. Especially when you are trying to wobble your way in the hallway and people just don't even attempt to try to move out of my incoming step in a polite way. Today, on 10-7-2015, some white boy with blue eyes, a loud mouth, and long light brown hair bumped into me and pushed me out the way with no care in the world. All he did was leave and continue to cuss with his friends.

The last one fucking pisses me off. It's not my fault my 6th period reading teacher let's everyone go late! It's always ladies first, and everyone has to be quiet, but KIDS WON'T SHUT THEIR GOD DAMN MOUTHS!!! Therefore, she doesn't even realize that the athletic people in the class will have the possibility of being tardy, but what about the athletic girl that's on crutches? Jesus Christ...

So I got near the elevator after we were finally released. The elevator took three precious minutes to come up to the second floor. I thought I had the chance to make it to the girls' locker room located halfway across the school if I booked it on my crutches that always break. Turns out I was wrong because the elevator wouldn't descend to the first floor. -_- Fuck my life.

I was hobbling down the corridor and I saw my coach and the school officer standing next to each other. The bell rang. I was too late. Coach looked at me and threw her arms up in a pissed off gesture. I can still hear her voice inside my head, "Graves, why are you late?" "Sorry, Coach _____, the elevator took a very long time to get up to where I was at and then it got stuck."

She didn't give a shit. "Just because you're on crutches, doesn't mean that you can take your time and be late for athletics."

"My apologies...sorry, Coach." You can tell how embarrassed I was walking through the locker room doors with two pairs of eyes looking at me in fucking disgust.

Diary Entry #1 Completed....

P.S.

To all the readers out there: I know you may think my daily problems are stupid and worthless to write about. I get it. The only reason why I'm writing down all this is because I have to vent somehow. After all, I am just introverted and no one seems to fucking care anyway.