8:28pm
This is a diary entry more than anything else, so if you enjoy the quotes or the thoughts I usually post than I'm sorry but sometimes I just have to tell some people things, even if it's just to the internet. This may seem stupid, but in reality all the little things build up to one big thing, this is probably just one of those little things.
I think Zoe is pissed at me and I know I'm to blame. I might of told her to fuck off...
I said I wasn't having a party this year and just have a sleepover with two friends instead and she told me that she was going go-karting this year for her party and that I wasn't going to be invited because of this. I didn't care about not being invited, I don't care about parties. Sure it might be nice to go to a party once in a while but I don't need to party. I spend most of the year with hardly any social events so why would this bother me? But what did bother me was how she acted, that was just something that pissed me off.
Then she begs for my food, like she does every break, and when I say no - because it's my lunch, and it's not like I eat much as it is - she calls me a bitch and tries to steal it. I mean there's limits.
Then she started going on about me and James again and how we should get in a relationship etc. etc. She's always going on about this and I could laugh along with it at first but now she's going to far and it's getting annoying. So as we were leaving the hall, she was going on about it and the words 'fuck of Zoe', might have slipped out my mouth...But to be honest. I don't know if I care anymore. Was she really that great of a friend to begin with? Do I care if we're friends? To be honest she'll probably post so many quotes and poems about me on instagram and then get Rachael to argue with me, like she did with Alexia. But I don't think I care.
Then at lunch I felt liek everyone hated me and once again, I'm not sure if I care, but surely I should? I have just had enough. i don't belong with these people anymore, but I have no one else to go to.
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Dear Diary... *January 2015*
Non-FictionThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.