Diary.

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~ Hi. I'm abigail. I'm in 7th grader. If you want more info message me. ~
•3:14 pm•
Today I was talking to my crush...(I have bad social anxiety) I was nervous. He asked how me and my boyfriend are. I said that we're cool. He started up a conversation. I blushed 90% of the time. Ugh. But right not I'm listening to sweater weather by the neighborhood. I had art today and we had to draw Bob Marley, in an abstract way...we also had a contest. Idk how and why I won 1st place. I'm so happy it's Friday. I feel like absolute shit. I'm so done with every person at my school. At lunch this kid and I got in an argument. I asked him, "hey didn't you cheat on all five of you ex's?! You called them names such as whore, hoe, slut and more....is that right?? Yeah. That's right dumb shit." He tried to tell me he didn't care but I kept talking. "Oh and your new nick name is 'douche bag of the year' so maybe if you don't cheat on your sweet-ass girlfriends I won't call you these names..." Then he calls me fat, well I flipped the fuck out. I couldn't even function with him saying that. I just about told him to kill him self, I knew that I'm better than that. So I didn't. Certain people make me want to scream for life.