Vent

Everytime the email client on my notebook emits that dreaded chime my heart skips a beat because it's usually only 2 things, spam or emails about school. Emails with headings like 'CHP and marks' and 'posting reporting details' and stuff. It's never good news. Even on the phone I got this message that there's a lesson on Saturday - of all days regarding that stupid CHP thing.

I'm not going.

And for the next posting I'm the guy supposed to make all the calls and stuff for the whole group so this is not going to be easy. No way. 4 write-ups for the next posting and I don't know who thought of this crazy way to torture students.

School's starting and I just want to hide under a damn rock or something.

Everyone else seems so happy, so content, so engaged. All the popular people have places to go, things to do, and they're loving every minute of their exciting lives. I just dunno why I just can't seem to fit in yeah? I don't get asked to join in for movies or stuff and dude, to be honest, I just don't know why I'm so damned unpopular. If a square peg can't fall through the round hole, then where are all the damned square holes?

There's so bloody much in my mind to say and talk about but no one to listen. And how many readers are willing to read through this chunk of text?

And my family repainting's the flat and that's one thing to worry about. Where all the furniture goes when repainting, all the messy icky stuff, all the little steps one has to take like taking down all the curtains and emptying all the delicate stuff in the cupboard before even attempting to nudge it.

I don't know where to start, I don't know where to end. But what I know, I need to vent somewhere, and it be here, cause there's no where else. Sorry dudes.

Back under the rock I hide.