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Nobody /listens/ to what I need to say, or rather what I want to say. I talked to him on my own accord - and I used that chance to tell him we were NOT friends, and that us having a mutual in common did not give him excuse nor reason to talk to me, and that I could go to the office about what he’s said to me and my friends, but I was nice and I hadn’t. I warned him that I was done being a doormat, and therefore he should be careful where he stepped. And if anyone would listen to what I had to say instead of cutting me off at “I talked to [boy]-“ they’d know I’m no longer crewing around and I’m no longer being the nice girl next door. 

You know boy I was complaining about the other day? Well, my friend is friends with him, and she doesn’t know how gross he was to me freshman year, so he’s sitting with us. I feel like I’m gonna shut down, I refuse to tell her because they’re friends and I don’t want to upset her, I can’t do anything to get away because he asks me where I’m going and tries to get me to stay. I’m probably just gonna work on my project and ignore him but it’s hard to do when your brain says sleep and he keeps trying to talk to you. 

I was doodling on my iPad notability, unthinkingly, and drew a male bust with horns because I was thinking about Cliffjumper. But I realized, far too late if we're being honest, that it looked just like another drawing I did of the guy who I absolutely despise, and it made me think about him, which, in turn, made my body automatically shut down from stress and anxiety (which is what normally happens when he's around). I didn't realize I was breathing so hard until my friend touched my hand and I had to refrain from jerking away. I lied and said I was fine, just tired, but now I'm half in panic mode, half in shut down mode, and my emotions are a mix of "you need to run away from the (currently nonexistent) problem" and "take a nap, you'll feel better". So that's how today is going, I guess. I still have to actually see him later, I'm praying that he doesn't get mad at me for not trying to 'buy' him at senior auction.

Me, angrily scrolling through wattpad: JUST GIVE ME THE FLUFF OH MY G O D 
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          So anyways I'm major frosted because I'm covered in Gatorade and soaking wet, yet the Dean of Girls won't let me change into shorts for the last class of the day. So now I get to sit in a freezing cold classroom, soaking wet and dyed red, until school gets out and I can change for the wrestling meeting.

I love your pfp of you (?) with the Pansexual flag in the back 

French teacher: Why did you guys decide to take French? Just curious.
          Xander: My dad takes me travelling with him in the summer, so I need to know it.
          Lauren: I already know Spanish, as well as three other languages, so French was the only thing I could do, since I don't know it.
          Kate: My mom has family in France, so I learned to talk with them easily.
          Me: lmao I want to write fan fiction without google translate

Me: Ok you're going to the mall with your bestie tomorrow get some sleep so we can be awake and focused on her
          Also me: -stays up reading fanfiction-

Me, telling someone about one of my work kids: so she wants to marry Tamatoa-
          Person: you're lying, kids don't want to marry animals!
          Me: have you
          Me: have you ever met my work kids. Because if it sings and if it glows, it is officially a part of the family in one way or another

Guy: Where my Yankees at?
          Whole plane: -cheers-
          Other Guy: Where my Red Sox at?
          Me and one boy: -cheers-
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          We're gonna get mugged on this flight for wearing Boston mercy, I can feel it.

Dad: "Hey we're leaving at 6 am so get some sleep"
          Me: -stays up reading and watching YouTube until 2 in the morning- "Fun times"