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Monday, July 11, 2005

 

Don't ask me about my day.


About... a week ago? Or was it two weeks ago? Never mind, the point is, I found out I was diabetic. Which is a MAJOR bummer, coz I LOVE chocolate, like any other female (Ooh!!! Genderist remark!!!!!).
So basically I'm sitting here eating my lunch in front of a skool computer. It's against the rules, but there isn't a teacher in here. I always do that: eating my lunch in front of the skool computer.
I thought I'd reflect this marvelous day, because I fell out with all my friends. All 6 of them. I usually get back together with them, but this time, I REALLY hope that we don't. We have absolutely nothing in common, that is, me and them. We used to be known as the loudest group of friends, with crazy ideas (actually, all the ideas from the group are mine - no joke) who were always happy yadda yadda yadda. Only, they don't think that we have fallen out, and just that I'm being awkuard. Sorry, I can't spell. Well, to hell with them, I want nothing to do with them ever again. Never.
See, the thing is, it's quite stupid really, no one was listening to me. They were joking and lying in the sun, with my endeavouring to scream in there ear to tell them that we really needed to practise our musical (music assignment, don't worry.) So... I just walked off. At first they didn't notice, but one of them tried to get me back with the group. I continued to walk. That's the last time we were friends. I threw away the script. I was disappointed. Wouldn't you be if your friends didn't like you anymore? I didn't cry, I'm not crying now. I've had to deal with this when I was younger. I was the bully magnet, repelling friends. Enough of this.

Well, all I have to say is that if my friends are reading this (they probably aren't), then just F--K OFF, I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!!!

...I'm done :)

Comments:
You're not diabetic. If you wanna be, drink five bottles of absynth and I'll jivvy out your pancreas with a credit card.
 
And how do you know I'm not? Have you been watching me take the urine tests? (urgh, please tell me you haven't.)

I'm type 2 by the way, and getting worse.
 
Type 1 over here. You wont have to stick yourself yet.
 
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