I enjoy cats.

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This has become less of a rant account. Now it’s just the account I post on from my phone. But most of the time that means I’m at school. If I’m at school, I want to complain. I dislike getting to school at 8:10. Nobody is here, so I’m bored and lonely. Woo! Also my tumblr app is a bitch so I’m using safari. It seems to be better anyway. Boooooored.

Oh sweet Jesus, come back.

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I hate pe. More than that, I hate bitches who insist on ripping you off because you either refuse to do anything or suck at it. Often the former, then when I actually attempt something, the latter. This happens every Thursday. I try and fail, so I don’t try, this bitch is like “You’re supposed to kick the ball.” “why don’t you try actually doing something?” I said (more to myself than to her) “why don’t you fuck off?” and she started screaming like “did you just tell me to fuck off? Did you hear her tell me to fuck off!?” and just had this massive rage. People are horrible. Really. I’d punch her, if I wouldn’t get into trouble for it. I don’t really know what her problem is. Anyway, I guess I won’t let it bother me. People are bitches, that’s really it. Just felt like saying. Also I’m bored, so this is better than playing volleyball.

So, last night my boyfriend sent me a message about how he thinks we should just be friends. I was asleep, woke up in the middle of the night and read it. I cried my fucking eyes out, then when I finally got to sleep I kept waking up every hour until around 5:30am, where I sat around, got ready for school at 6, and watched tv at 6:30 until I left for school at 8. I sat around at school, crying to myself until he got there. He said he was sorry, and I just sat and cried. After a few minutes I walked away and sat under the stairs and just cried as hard as I have in a long, long time. I saw that he came over, so I tried to stop crying as much. He said that he was right, and we were better as friends. After a long, awkward silence, I got up to leave again, as I was going to break down crying again. He told me to wait, and said that what he said last night was a mistake, then something about feelings for me, I couldn’t really hear properly. We hugged pretty much until the bell went. 
So, not knowing what was actually happening, I was pretty sad until recess. I saw him, but we didn’t really talk. At the start of lunch I walked past him, but we didn’t talk. He suddenly appeared next to me and mentioned something about how I sort of lit up and it was good. I felt it, too. So, we were walking around, he held my hand and stuff and so I was pretty sure we were back together, if we actually broke up at all. Then in the afternoon we went to the 7-11 and I bought everyone a Slurpee. It cost me $15.20, but I don’t actually care all that much. I’m just glad everything worked out.