oh. i just realised today is friday the 13th.
maybe that's why today i've been feeling so cheesed off. or maybe i need restart on the whole anti-depressant pills. pfft
today was track and field meet. and i got there at 0620 when the meet starts at 0720. like, omg. but after walking around for a while, i found josiah, and peter making the fintan shields. then when i went into the stadium again, i got my face painted by mahdi and got sent on face-painting duty. MO was being a real big bitch about it and caused the paintbrush to fall onto my pe shirt. like freak, it was a new shirt michael! spent the rest of the day being multi-housed. and only began cheering properly near the end. and we won house cheers. GO LAWRENCE. i think the best parts of today was the teacher's race and having a good talk with Keenan. oh and the section lunch after. thanks guys, i was having a pretty miserable day otherwise.
i mean, it's days like these when you kinda realise who your friends actually are. or rather, whether you have friends or not. it was actually really miserable to be sitting and not talking at all despite the fact you know like nearly half the people who were around you. and the friends you thought you could count on to be there with you to share the agony were off chatting with other people or wandering around without you. that sucks, big time. no matter, i think i'm getting used to the idea of being a loner. i guess i'm the kind of person who has nothing more to say, and no one really has things to say to me either. i'm just that queer little kid in the corner eh? the kid who's always there but who gives a shit anyways?
I think in the past few weeks i've really seen the true colours of a lot of people. and i don't really think that's turning out to be a good thing.
honestly, i'm giving up. so forget it, looks just like i'm on my own again.
and now i'm ranting. crap. shut up glen. no one needs to know anything. just shut up and deal with your own problems. just like what everyone's secretly BEGGING you to do in their hearts. just shut up and deal with your own problems asshole.
signing off,
GLEN.
i'm just your typical forteen year old boy. adolescent, dealing with growing pains just as any other normal human teenager would. except what sets me apart is that i go by the name of
glen and i am the supposed owner of this forsaken web page. i'm odd in the way that i have very frequent moodswings and i argue a lot with everyone - including my best friend. so i guess i'm your typical, not-so-typical guy.
i'm just who i am. metro, a SNAG and the oh-so-annoying bitch. lazy, cranky and irritable in every way. just living out my life as normal as i possibly can. with friends that can hurt me to the core and enemies that surprise me. it's no wonder i keep this blog.
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