I wasn't gonna tell.

I had a bad day, but an interesting one. I wasn't gonna tell anyone. It's my little secret. Anyway, I put on a big smile, and although my limbs feel heavy and my mind clouded with fatigue, I laughed and giggled and did all the stuff that is expected me. I couldn't forget it, though. I left the Pit after my spare, and saw Dave. He hugged me, and I knew I had to tell someone, in case it happened again. I don't know why it was Dave I told. He's great, but I wasn't going to tell anyone. But the long hallway reminded me, and I couldn't keep it a secret. I told him, and started to cry, except there weren't any tears. I guess I'm all out. I don't want to sleep. I don't want it to happen again.
In other news, I'm so fucking pissed off it isn't even funny. Nevermind why. All I can say is I have a burning desire to take a blowtorch to school. Except I don't have one. Damn...perhaps I can purchase one.
The weirdest part of my day was leaving the Pit after school. The hall was almost empty. I walked slowly, and a girl I don't even know asked if I was okay. I smiled and said "Yeah, thanks." It was kinda nice. I guess I must have looked pretty rough by the end of the day.
Okay, I gotta sign off now. Special thanks to Dave, who actually gave a damn.