I want to talk to somebody who cares like me. Somebody who hasn`t suddenly been messed up for no reason at all. I go through hell everyday but I know everyone else does as well. My horribe day yesterday starts second period, filled with these arrogant sophmore girls I sit next to because of a seating chart. A new drama everyday. So-and-so slept with Whats-his-name and then her best friend found out and slept with him too, only he said that he had better sex with So-and-so and now they were fighting... And they feel they need to describe every detail, and ask my opinion. What the hell?? I don`t really give a damn, I say, and turn around. ...What`s up her ass? They ask eachother. But whatever, I`m waist deep in writing or in my philosophy book. I don`t give a second thought to them. Then comes chemistry. I sit next to one of those same girls from second period and she ignores me, and sometimes turns around to these pervs who sit behind us and giggle when they mention sexual organs. The pervs argue about who`s had better sex, or whatever... and then I drown them out. 4th period, assumably the girl that shares sex and guys with her best friend. -Sigh- God damn it. Well, 5th period I have band pervs and chior jerks... whom are okay sometimes when they aren`t hounding me because I`m so "fucking innocent," which they were yesterday. 6th period, we had free discussion day, and one of the topics was weapons of mass destruction. Then this girl who is SO annoying, and SO ugly and SO stupid raises her hand. "Why don`t we just kill those stupid filthy asses before they kill us?" Okay first of all, how wrong is that? And second... the whole discussion was about how there were no weapons of mass destruction. ...Okay, the day is almost over! But no! I have JD and Clyde last period! Stop giving me your dirty looks and stares and leave me the hell alone, I don`t care about you bastards. I don`t care what you do. Just back off... and then its time to go home... and I`m so ready for it, but don`t get picked up until 5:00. So I get to think a lot, and start to cry... and then finally got picked up and had to pretend like everything was alright with me. Off to say si, we were cheery for awhile. Then everyone got cynical. and left. And I was alone, and went to go find my dad. There was this drunk guy in the alley way. I passed him and the put his hand on my shoulder, "You`re so pretty.. How's it going tonite?" And I walk on quickly, and he follows me, and I start to run.. I was so scared. Finally he stopped following me... and I stopped running and started to cry. Was everyone trying to torture me? Most importantly.. someone I thought never would? ...And I just made a mistake, I took the easy way out of a situation. I`m so upset.