Me and My Thoughts on Literally Everything

"You Better Come to Play"

I wrote a message to a "friend" that the snapchat rants were kinda about, I'm giving them till 8:30 pm my time to respond. after that, I'm messaging again.

im so peeved right now, I'm not even joking. I'm so angry all the time, and underneath that anger is an achiness of hurt that i cant begin to describe. its annoying.

I'm just so done with all of the people at my school. nearly everyone there is fake. 

and by god, i don't think I'm anywhere near pretty, but i will admit that my personality is something lost of people would have the privilege of knowing. perhaps thats why people do that. as soon as they get what they want from me, they turn their back as though I'm not even there. 

i don't know if they realize it hurts me a lot. 

it hurts and it hurts and it hurts some more. its like an infected wound that won't heal, and instead reopens every time you move it.

its why i can't wait for the year to end, that way i can nurse my metaphorical wound back to health.

but i don't want it to end because then that means 3 months with no orchestra

and i love orchestra

its my safe haven of sorts. 

my sanctuary.

oh, that "friend" responded

im not gonna reply. 

not right now at least. this person isn't more important than my writing.

they better "...come to play..." as stated in Demi Lovato's song Confident.

i have so much work to do.