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If you could see me this very moment I'd probably look very angry and on the verge on hurting someone. At the moment I feel like I have the worst hangover in the history of hangovers. Right about now my head is throbbing and three hundred beats per second and my ears are so sensitive I can hear my next door neighbor sneeze. My head hurts so bad it feels like my eyes are about to pop out and I have sunburn.

Yup.

I'm grounding myself from the computer for awhile till I get my grades up.

Guys with TMI issues can suck it.

Today was about the worst day of my life. Lets just say that my once a month decided to come when I was in the middle of an exam where you can't just get up grab your purse and run off to the bathroom. The teacher would look at me funny and accuse me of trying to cheat.

So instead of doing that I raise my hand waiting impatiently while I'm bleeding the Red Sea from my VG and the teacher makes me wait like thirty minutes before I can go to the nurse and just buy a pad. By the time I'm there I realize I've forgotten my ID card, blood is running down my leg, and the nurse is being a complete bitch. I sit there and practically beg her to just give me a pad and if she wants me to have my ID so bad she can wait until after I fix myself as best as I can manage. Instead of being nice she is making me beg until I finally convince one of the other nurses to back me up because I'm dripping blood all over the floor.

So finally I'm mostly cleaned up and I dash out of the nurses office after apologizing, without being asked, for not having my ID card. I'm out in the hall and I'm muttering to myself crying a
bit and I swear I can feel the people behind me thinking I just got a positive on a pregnancy test. Whatever.

So I go back to class and finish my test before locking myself in a restroom stall and phoning my dad to come pick me up.... Cause trust me, the bus ride home would've been ten times worse.

Then as if my day hasn't been bad enough my dad calls me in the middle of class like I can just pick up my phone in front of the teacher and not get it taken up and finally a kid from the office gets to my class to give me my pass and when I get there my dad starts to yell at me. He thinks I should just know when my red flow should start and that I should just be able to take care of it immediately even when I have all these Nazi teachers around. Then he gets in the car and starts driving like a madman through the school parking lot cussing, yelling, running over the curb, and hitting a stop sigh, and I just want to smack him shit less and say "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO UPSET ABOUT?! YOU DIDN'T JUST SIT THROUGH TWO HOURS OF BLOODY ASS CRACK AND CROTCH! YOU DON'T HAVE TO RIDE A FUCKING COTTON PONY ONCE A MONTH TO AVOID SCARING THE LOCALS! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SIT IN A SEAT KNOWING YOUR ASS WAS COVERED IN BLOOD AND THAT WHEN YOU STAND BACK UP PEOPLE ARE GONNA LOOK AT YOU FUNNY AND WONDER WHY THERE'S A RED BUTT STAIN ON YOUR CHAIR! NO YOU GOT TO SIT ON YOUR ASS ALL DAY AND PLAY COMPUTER GAMES, DRINKING MONSTER, ALONG WITH TAKING YOUR AFTERNOON NAP!" but I didn't say it, and not because I'm nice, it's because I didn't want to get the crud beat out me.

Yup... I just can't have a normal day.

Uhg. I am so angry.

I don't need your love.
I have enough of my own.
I'm not desperate enough.
My body is mine.

So yesterday I had a total emotional breakdown and I swear I scares the candy clerk crap less.... Though I was so out of it I kinda forgot what happened exactly. All I know is (and no offense to fat people) that there was these three fat asses standing in the refreshment line in front of me and right about then I start looking like a need a cigarette or something because I really want some popcorn. So these people order six extra large drinks and I've already tried three different lines.... Right about then their fat ass kid waddles up and takes one of the drinks in his big pudgy hands and not only do I want to kick him, but I also want to kick the employees. It's like.... LOOK PEOPLE I HAVE A SIZE -1 WAIST SIZED HERE AND ALL I WANT IS A SMALL BAG OF FUCKING POPCORN!!

Oh and it gets worse from there. The line next to mine finally opens but before I can even get there this woman who's tits are sagging down to her knees gets there first so now I'm really angry... Tired of waiting I leave the movie theatre and go to the candy store instead and while I'm there my parents catch up to me and I'm going into shock. The poor candy clerk gal is sitting behind the counter looking like she wants to call mall security on me so I grabs some Hot Tamales and after a bit of fumbling, I pay here, get my change, and leave.

As my parents and I are walking to the car I'm basically crying (note the emotional breakdown) and I've already had a bad week, and something I've noticed is when I get upset I'm really funny but really mean at the same time.

So here's what I said: "OH MY GOD MOM THIS SUCKS THESE THREE FAT ASSES HAVE TO ORDER LIKE SIX EXTRA LARGE DRINKS AND THEIR FAT ASS KID WADDLES UP TO THE COUNTER NEXT TO THEM AND I JUST WANNA KICK THE EMPLOYEE AND SAY 'HEY FUCK FACE LOOK AT THE STARVING ETHIOPIAN BABY HERE, ALL I WANT IS A SMALL POPCORN!!! IS THAT TO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!' I also wanna tell that woman with the tits to go put a bra on but I won't because I'm nice."

So yea.... Sorry fat people I know not all of you are obnoxious and selfish but I've already tried standing in three different lines so you can hopefully understand my impatience.