I think I'm crazy. The dude I first got rejected by and the first picture on my phone was my my first real crush. Yeah, sad isn't it? I'm sad. I'm sick.
You know K.B. from the last rant? Yeah, she told him all about me. She told him that I liked him basically. He told her that he thought I was ugly.
That day I went completely psycho. She told me at the end of the day. When I got this information I smiled the whole time she told me. I smiled so hard that I actually almost broke my face. I wanted that to happen tbh. As I was going to my bus I laughed, I laughed so much. I was shaking, it was a bad week. My sister got suspended that day, so whatever creature that was in my seat I didn't know because I sat in her seat. When I got on the bus I bust into tears. It was the saddest time of my life. I wanted to kill something. I wanted to hurt something. I wanted to see blood. I cried so much on the bus.
When I got home, I told my sister what happened. I regret telling her because now my mom knows. And my mom actually laughed about it. I think that's what I get cause I'm not even allowed to like anybody.
I went to my room and I cried. I wasn't happy. I told everybody in a sickly sweet text or call that I got rejected. I WAS SO FUCKING HURT THAT DAY. IT WAS THE WORST FUCKING DAY. I was so willing to kill myself that day. Suicide really didn't cross my mind until that day.
I hate him so much.
