Hallway through 3rd hour *Math* Thoughts really did start racing through my head.
My first hour teacher is going to fail me because of her ignorance,
Hannah really hates me right now,
and we've had this tention for a really long time.
Dustin is hurting and its all my fault.
I'm pretty shore this day couldnt get any worse. Then my teacher SLAMMED my test onto the table it was folded. This is usually a bad sign. That means no one around you shouldnt be seeing it.
I slightly uncreased it.
22 out of 58. Yup thats major failure. I'm pretty sure the rest of my classes are going to be like this too.
Because I was really off that day. I cant do this I really cant. Just when I thought things were bad enough my phone kept viberating feverishly.
I opened it and it spammed with notifications. They're from tumblr.
I'm horrified the same message is being reblogged. I opened up my tumblr and the notifications are out of control. I look even closer and it brought me to tears. I cant believe it. Hannah was the only one who knew of my tumblr. And that is the single greatest weapon anyone could possibly use against me.
She found one of my self harm photos and reblogged it saying "Hey look at this emo freak. I cant believe people post shit like this. It's just as bad as cut for bieber, So I guess this is cut for followers."
Tears are starting to stream down my cheeks and I keep trying to whipe them away.
No how could she do this.. The picture only had 15 notes. Maybe if I delete it now it wont be so bad.
I refreshed it.
It's already up to 258. Oh no. Theres no point in deleting it now because its already out there forever. Even If I deleted it the post will still go on. I shut the phone off and just in time the teacher walks over and says give it to me.
I hesitate.
Give it to me now. I give it to her. The notifications are still spreading like wild fire.
I cant be here I cant do this right now.
I burst out of the class room and run to the car, Theres no stopping the tears now. There pouring rain. I get into my car and slam the door shut. I lock the doors and search through the car for it.
There it is.! I graspe onto the pills. They slip out of my hands, Dammit.!
I pick them up and dont even hesitate. Screw this I'm not gunna make it through the day. I throw the cap off and poor the pills into my mouth.
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Non-FictionI try to wake up and start the day but the second I see my left arm I wanna stop it all.
