Today, was a very depressing day for everyone at school. Turns out a kid set the boys bathroom on fire on Friday, and went to juvy. Then yesterday on Sunday, he committed suicide. A lot of people were crying, a lot of people were writing things about him resting in piece, and how everyone misses him.
What makes me so angry is that people are spreading rumors that his family doesn't care, and how they don't give a poop. Then there are people who don't even know him and are crying for him, and this kid rides my bus, and I only talk to him sometimes. Also, I didn't even know he was getting bullied, so to the people who are out there, instead of just watching from the side lines, please help out a person in need.
Also, during ELA, I was passing notes with the person next to me since we didn't really have anything to do. Anyway, we were having a good time talking, or writing, and this one question came up. He asked me who my Valentine was, and to be honest, I don't really have one. I was always single except for one time, which was last year, but that ended quickly, and lets just say that Valentines Day last year wasn't as great as you think it was.
Flashback Time!!
My friend there was apparently flirting with my boyfriend at the time, and he thought she was just messing around and decided to play along. I found out after the student council duties for the holiday, which my bf was in, and I started crying when my friend that was flirting started making a fuss. She was like, "If me and ??? want to get together, then that's our choice, nobody else has the right to stop us. "
That just made my heart stop, and I started thinking my bf was going to end things, but he sent me gifts in my locker and a sssuupppeerrr long text explaining everything. Turns out he rejected her but she wouldn't take no as an answer.
End of Flashback
So after I answered his question, I asked about his Valentine, and he said that it was me. I wasn't sure if he was asking me out or not, but I tried to reject him politely saying stuff like, "Haha good joke", and "There's another girl with the same name as me?".
Then he laughed awkwardly, and said that it was a joke. Which I didn't quite believe. So yeeeeaaahhhhh. I don't really feel that great about this.
Then when I got home, it's the usual.
BBYYYEEE~~~~
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My Public Diary as an 8th grader 2018-2019😪
RandomThis is basically a book where I write my feelings to the public and stuff. It's not going to be filled with anything interesting considering that I don't really get into all that drama stuff at school or at home. Also, I will be able to answer any...