Utter Shit and Moving Schools.

I felt like fucking utter shit. From the fact that my body was sore and feels like it could snap with one punch, to the fact that my so-called best friend treats me like I'm inferior to her. Well bitch, the fucking world doesn't revolve around you, you know. You can treat me like dirt, you can treat me like shit, but I'll never be a fat ginger cow like you. So go to your online-physco possibly-pedophilic boyfriend and both go hang yourselves. Honestly, she couldn't have made me feel worse, unless she started calling me names when I was going home like somebody (P). Anyway, she should not be the center of my anger, I should not waste time on a fat obese ginger slut-faced shit-headed scum bag. Anyhow, as I was saying, something bigger was happening in my life (not that anything can be bigger than her fat ass!) I was moving schools. It was a weird feeling, like the feeling you get when you start highschool, you get scared of loosing your friends. But you also have that sort of curios feeling, after all you are going to a new building, with new teachers and new students which could possibly better than this shit hole I was in! I mean what if they are all goody-goodies (obviously they have the odd prick in there) and they might not have a H or a A or a K (friends names' initials) in there but where else apart from this fucked-up place can you find them? What if I meet some other people. Anyway the guy that is showing me around is called Josh, I hope he's hot. Haha, shouldn't be thinking like that, and I need to be cool! Maybe I should get a different bag... Maybe I should dye my hair... Maybe I could change my voice a little bit... I could be a totally different person, I could be classy, elegant and attractive, so I could get me some of that man meat, oh!