Neurding With "U"

free

    I went to school early today... TALK ABOUT ENERGY!! okay no.. i just tied my hair in a bun, never anymore trying to look my best.

The decision i took to never have a crush again is the best thing i ever tought of.

It's simply amazing. Never zoning out, never caring how you look, never caring about contacts, never caring about what makes me look taller...

Just freeing yourself from caring about what boys think is the best thing to do. Who the fuck cares about my jeans or my eyeliner anyway?

   It was a good day overall...
Guess who ruined it again???

MIAAA

She's weird..

She came to talk to me when i was eating. That's the dumbest thing you can ever do. I'm enjoying my fucking food don't come talk to me ABOUT THAT STUPID DAVE.

"Lilo baby... he feels bad"

"Bad my ass. I don't care about him"

"He told me to calm you down so he can talk to you"

"He stooopid" *with an indian accent*

"I'm. Not. Kidding"

"Fine.I'll go talk to that chicken.."

As i approached him he laughed.

"Princess pout and read is here... what the fuck is wrong with you?! Biology class may have done damage to your brains. You're beeing dramatic over stupud reasons.. chill"

"BIOLOGY mister taught me where is your exact sensitive spot. And i'm never afraid to hit you there darling"

i hope it sounded strong enough.. i'm terrible at comebacks... TERRIBLE.

"you're being silly"
"You're being as clueless as always"
"Yes compared to a person who litteraly eat books.. what have i done to you?"
"You were the best thing that has ever happened to me. I decided not to care about guys because of you. Thank you"
"Lol they'll give up on you when they see how much of a small brain you have"

HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. ATTACK!

i am a very delicate girl. I won't say offensive words.

I'LL KICK THE HELL OUT OF HIM.

Let's just say he got a kick right on the sensitive spot. But since i'm short... i didn't reach it as well as i should of..

"You fight like a hamster"

"I don't want you to get hurt"

"I discovered that nerds can be asses too"

I left without answering that ass. But when i walk with rage i don't look at the road in front of me. I hit the wall and my glasses litterally bit my face
(Only people who wear those will understand the feeling)
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As far as i can remember that was it. I woke up next to my mom in my sweet little bed at home..

"What happened?"
"You hit your head sweetie nothing much"
"Why am i home then?"
"You fainted in the hallway."

Shit that must have become a new joke to the whole school. Yey me.

   Anyways , after this day, everything changed. I went through a phase of ongoing weird pain that i have never felt before.

    When i told mom, she forced me to get a blood test.

   Once in the lab, with that small thingy pulling out blood from my veins i kept looking at the tubes hanged there. Fascinating stuff...

    Don't get the wrong impression. I don't want to become a doctor. Their job is too hard for me. Not the job part, the"telling the people they were going to die" part. How can they do it?

    I'm just waiting for the results... my mom looks worried. God knows what she hides... maybe i have a lack of calcium or vitamin D, my stupid nails keep breaking.