That’s from Bayside’s “We’ll Be OK”, which is a wonderful song because of content. I don’t really like the music, but the words are amazing. It may not seem like it totally relates to this post, but I can’t give out all the information to what happened, because I don’t know if the other person implicated in this would care. I don’t think he would, but I don’t want to take a chance.
I was in a good mood before I went to lunch. For reasons I will not divulge, I could not take the smile off of my face. After lunch, however, this big rock of irritation and anger seemed to be crushing my ribs, breaking them into a thousand tiny pieces. Those pieces were piercing my lungs and my hearts.
Rachel was bitching about everything, and I love her, but I realize all we do is complain. “I’m tired” “I have a headache” “I hate people” “I’m failing my class”. We are a pair of whiny bitches. I will tell you that.
So, I’m already angry, because she’s been really snappy with me, and I think that she’s better friends with another girl, but I can’t tell. I don’t even think I care anymore. Then, I get into fourth, and I’m going to do something. I have to go get a quote for yearbook. There was this whole fiasco, which I don’t want to describe here, and I felt horrible.
The yearbook advisor has officially estranged me from coming back for another year of yearbook. I am so pissed off right now, that I want to scream my lungs out at everyone who has pissed me off today. EVERYONE. I want to scream until I can’t talk anymore.
People keep telling me that our school sucks. I used to say, “Oh, it’s not that bad.” Now, I truly think it does suck. I don’t care about all the stupid rules about PDA, and all that crap. I’m a good student. Sharing a seat with a guy friend does not mean I’m going to fail. The yearbook advisor said today that she was the boss for the next week. She said that she didn’t always agree with her boss, but that she bit her tongue and did it anyway.
I am tired of biting my tongue and following the rules. I think that there is a line between breaking the rules wrongly, and breaking them for your own good. I’m not sure where that line is, but I might just find out. I’m not going to turn into a freaking delinquent, but I am going to evaluate my status as a goody two shoes, which I am sometimes. I don’t care about much, but I almost never, ever get into trouble with the school.
I’m probably going to get scolded for this post, but at the moment I don’t care. This blog is not attached to the school, I have the right to freedom of speech and I am sure as hell going to express it.
I think I’m hyperventilating.