Everyone knows the phrase “some days are better than others”. Well, today is not one of those days. If you don’t want to read a rant, just ignore this post. I won’t blame you at all for not wanting to know. After all, who wants to be depressed just because someone else finds it necessary to share their misery with others? I know I don’t, although I constantly read the rants of others. Why? Because I know they need someone else to read it, just to feel like someone cares. Just as a warning to those who are actually considerate enough to read this, I am going to tell you one thing. I never get straight to the point when I’m upset. Then again, you can probably already tell this because of how very long I am taking to get to the actual rant as I write this rant about the rant.
I just need to write. Usually, when I write, it fixes everything. After all, when doesn’t writing fix everything? Never. See? No matter what it is, writing it down will fix everything. Sure, it won’t physically fix things, but it will calm and relax a person enough that they can physically fix things without breaking down.
Alright, I’m going to move on to my day today. I know it is rather depressing for me to start posting again with a bad day, but it is when I need to write most. I promise, I am going to get back into the habit of posting here; I’m even going to add my program for this as a shortcut on my desktop. Wow, I keep getting distracted. Ah, well…I suppose that is normal, being that I can’t exactly think straight today.
This morning was absolutely horrible. I’m not going to say how, as I only feel comfortable sharing that with my closest friends, but it really was horrible. I walked into school all upset because of my morning. And this was only the start of it. The time I spent on the computer was O.K., since there is nothing in that environment to really upset me. It was when I actually got to art class that everything went south.
I find it necessary, in order to tell my story well, to tell you that I am a really buoyant, happy person on caffeine or sugar. It is just a fact of my life. Well, while I was that rather hyper, happy person, I accidentally dropped my still-wet pointillism painting, ruining it. That was when it all went wrong. I had been working for over a week on it, and now I had to start all over. On top of that, the guys chose to be the most annoying they could possibly be during that block. GAH! Sometimes…and I’m not going to finish that sentence.
Moving on, art ended and I am walking down the halls to my creative writing class. I am carrying my white binder with my script in it at my side, like I always do. This other kid is rushing down the hall and slams right into me, sending my binder hard into my side before the binder slips out of my hands and empties its contents out onto the floor. When the kid realized what happened, he helped me, but it didn’t change the fact that my side hurt like hell. I fixed up my binder and went to my creative writing class and felt myself break down. I broke into tears, and several people asked me what was wrong. I appreciated their concern, but after the day I’ve had, I just wanted to be left alone.
I left creative writing to take the bus, and of course, my locker wouldn’t open. Chris was nice enough to get it to open for me, but it was really pushing me over my limit. I get on the bus, and I am finally left alone. Of course, as luck would have it, I fell down the steps getting up. Ow.
And that is my day so far. I am still half in tears, but I guess I can deal with it. Oh, I forgot to mention: my acid reflex has been acting up all day, and I feel absolutely awful. So, that sums everything up. This has been an absolutely horrid day. Thank you so much for reading, those of you who did.
