What a shittacular week.
I made a friend! Oh...did I say friend, I meant enemy. I'm not getting into details, but I feel very angry after every gym class. I hope that bitch dies. I'll spit on her grave. Seriously.
Ben gave me four roses today. How sweet of him. I kind of feel bad though. I don't like him *that way* but what am I supposed to do? Say "Oh, Ben, the roses are beautiful! Did I mention that I'm not romantically interested in you? At all?" Yes, admitedly I did have a tiny crush on him for the shortest time, but that was because of a crazy dream which I can hardly remember.
Jesse said he would buy me a rose, and I was supposed to meet him in gym, but I didn't. I had a headache after three hellish hours of choir practise across the street in the church. I don't like modern churches. I mean, old English churches with tonnes of history and a gothic feel to them are fascinating, but modern churches are scary. I feel like God is peeking at my bra. Just a feeling.
And I feel bad for this other guy. He likes a couple other girls, but I like him. I really want to be friends with him, but how can I not be jealous if he goes with another girl? I don't want him to feel like I'm a hinderence if he doesn't like me the same way he likes those other girls. But I mean...I don't know how many of you have felt this, but I feel really pathetic when I am sort of cutsey flirt with a guy, then I find out he's not interested. What must I have looked like?
To top it all off, my mom is now pissed at me. I'm going skiing with my dad tomorrow (yes, again) and when I get home I'm shutting the door to my bedroom and not coming out till Tuesday morning. Not even for Clone High. Now that's drastic.