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Morons don't like to be called Morons
This weekend I've been feeling really crumby. It started on Friday. First Tim *cut-me-up and that was like a pimp slap to the face, I know it was wrong to make fun of him for not being able to rhyme, but I was only joking. After that my lunch associates made comments about me and my character, this started the old insecurity machine to working full blast again because I started to wonder if everyone else was thinking the same about me and I began to criticize everything about myself. I became very depressed and worn out after this and I went on a self-pity trip in which I came up with a list of all the things that I felt were wrong with me at the time:

1. I'm stupid
2. fat
3. ugly
4. childish
5. a hypocrite
6. I'm boring
7. I'm illiterate
8. I'm a fake
9. I can't write

Trust me, if I would have written this post on Friday or Saturday it would have been filled with truck loads of stuff, but I've calmed down since then. What really got me though was that they thought I was childish. I don't know why that hurt so bad, I almost started crying at the table but I played it off long enough for the bell to ring and then I scatted. Mrs. Pasho asked me if anything was wrong and I lied and told her I was sick. Those bitches.

Tim has been making extra stupid remarks to me lately. Now remember he is the homecoming king, right, well this pompous bastard keeps saying things like (make sure to add a gay twang as you read) - the king didn't say we could learn this or that -and- the king didn't tell you to speak. I almost kicked his blackican ass in English on Friday, but I told him off instead. That's probably why he cut-me-up. He thinks the crown makes him smarter than me, too. HA!! Dumass.

Today Ashlee W. , one of my lunch associates, came over my house very unexpectedly, I'm talkin' sitting - on - the - floor - with - my - hair - all - over - my - head - playing - Super - Mario - in - a - night - gown kind of unexpected. She came with my cousin Kim, who told me she had no idea she was gonna come to the house with her, and the whole time she was here she had this scrutinizing look on her face because the house wasn't in the best shape. The bitch actually remarked that being at my house made her feel not so bad about her house. How rude can you be? When I went to her house I didn't say anything about it smelling like urine, but I guess I'm just nice like that. The heffa also tried to get on me about not going to church. I say it's my business but Ashlee and Kim insist that I'm a sinner when they ain't no angels themselves. And they say I'm a hipocrite.

*(means to come back at harshly)