There Are Alot Of Bitches In My Life

The title says it all. I always think the best of people, but I need to stop. Today I woke up with a killer migraine and my friend called me. I didn't mind that she woke my up, I was just glad someone cared, that somebody was wondering why I wasn't at school. Boy, was I fucking wrong. Sure, she was sincere on the phone, but later I realized the reason she called me was that I didn't reply to her text message. It read, Hey Amy, the girl I love so much. Got any more smokes? I was like, What. The. Fuck. All she needs is to fill her fucking addiction. I DON'T EVEN SMOKE!! I did try it though, when I was pissed and home alone and didn't want to SH anymore. I ended up stealing my mom's smokes and gave her one cigarette. Now she wants more. Well then, there is another reason why nobody actually likes me.

I really need my Psych. Doctor. She has been away for two weeks and I go back tomorrow. I don't even want to talk to her. But if I don't, I won't talk to anyone. That's just who I am. A freak. But at least my wig is finally off and my hair is pretty awesome, IT HAS PURPLE IN IT! But its still not thick. I guess nothing is good enough for me. At least its just in time for my jazz band trip so I don't have to feel awkward putting on and taking off my wig. I just have to worry about bad hair days now.

Ranting on this blog makes me feel loads better, so thanks. Maybe one day I will tell you what SH means. Unless you do it too. And I may tell you who else is a bitch to me. Then again, I don't want to seem like a drama queen. Too late for that.

-amy