Velouria (velouria) wrote,

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Now what will I do.

Someone stole my favorite lipstick. It didn't even have a lid. Assholes. I hope you're enjoying it. I suppose they're going to wear it in front of me now. Like that one day in middle school, I returned from running around the length of the school five hundred times in Gym to find that my fucking shirt was gone. Then the next day I saw the fucking girl beside my locker wearing my shirt. I was too dumbfounded to say anything. I thought perhaps she'd gotten confused and somehow managed to put on my shirt and yet keep hers. Cause I sure as hell don't/didn't have it. Anyway, her name was Sheena and she continued to wear it throughout the duration of the school year. I never said anything. I just take comfort in the fact that she's going to hell.

I learned recently that they don't run around the school for fun in other states? Apparently there's snow, so they stay indoors. I did everything from run up and down bleachers to long jumping in sand to throwing myself over hurdles. Why, I don't know. It didn't make me a better person. Unless you consider rolling up in a ball consumed with heat stroke while sobbing violently becoming a better person.

I don't want to think about this. It's horrid. This is all horrid. I'm bored. My "French" man went to sleep about five hours ago leaving me to fend for myself.
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