I got home and cried. I'm not far from crying again right now too. Its ok though. I mean, I've had one of the worst days I can remember in a while. What with forgetting English assignments, the Chemistry test, that self-righteous cocky p***k named Joel stressed (i was glad CK was there, friends there for back-up always makes things better), and the piece de resistance, before snowboarding I accidentally knocked over a row of boards and skiis and who should be there laughing but the senile old goat, Prouty.
At the mountain it was a pretty different story. I mean, I knew I'd want to cry because I was having an awful day (and feeling rather vunerable already due to hormonal reasons I'd rather not get into rolleyes ) but I thought a couple wipeouts and face-plants would help me feel better. No dice. After a rather unexpected phone call I felt twice as upset (for lack of a more descriptive word). And of course, no one was there at the mountain I'm friends with to talk about it to (because Liza had to bale on me again scream ) so I'm still kinda in need of venting. Its just like, I know its for the best and I really want things to go better for him because I really do care about him but the news couldn't have come at a worse time.
Oh God, with my luck, someone I'd rather not see this will probably do just that and I'll get interrogated or whatever but screw it, I really need to write this for my own needs.
I'm am rather proud of myself in one way though, I was able to keep myself from crying for at least a couple hours. The last thing I needed today was to cry and get taunted for it, a middle school flashback is the absolute last thing I needed today.
They're right, when it rains-its pours.
-MB cry
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