WARNING: This entry of mine was written in fury. It's very negative, but rest assured, it contains no profanity.


My moodswings have gotten worse lately. I've been an extremely negative person. I constantly snap at my mom. My expression has been downcast and desolate. I feel angry and frustrated all the time, even if I'm not PMS-ing.

I guess it's because of my school. In my previous entries, I've been ranting, rambling, and venting, which are all cries of desperation. I BADLY want to transfer to another school. I'm sorry if I've been constantly whining, and revealing my negative side. Some of my previous entries are downright depressing, but hey, just to remind all the readers: THIS IS MY BLOG.

I haven't made a single friend in my section. I can't seem to mingle. I know that deep down, I have to take the initiative to gain friends, but something keeps holding me back. Lack of confidence, probably. But that's impossible, because I always TRY my best to do everything with confidence and assurance.

There's a girl in my section who goes to the same church. I was expecting to become friends with her, because we hung out a few times before, back in 3rd year. Turns out, she wasn't exactly thrilled with being classmates with me. She's befriending all those who conspired against me, and she's been giving me the cold shoulder.

It's such a nuisance, and I can't believe her. She's so two-faced (no offense) and when I hung out with her, all she talked about WAS HERSELF. I did my best to humor her, paying attention and asking questions (about herself) and being NICE to her. Then she treats me like trash. Gosh, girls are so convoluted! It's so much easier to make friends with the opposite gender.

I don't know how long I can contain myself. I'm on the verge of exploding. I'm doing my best to control myself. Sure you can humiliate me, bully me, make me cry, ruin my reputation-- whatever floats your boat. But don't ever test my patience. No one has ever encountered the angry side of me, and believe me, it's not pleasant.

Arg, dear God.. I don't know what to do. I need sustenance.

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