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Yesterday was irrelevant.
All that happened was that I had come to school depressed.
My friend made a crude joke and I swiftly walked out of class to cut with the pocketknife again.
Luckily, we had a sub and he didn't mind me leaving.
I came back to class in tears and he let me stay out for a bit.
I got to leave that class, twice!

The new lesbian girl approached me asking where room 226 was. I had to have her repeat it many times since I'm hard-on-hearing. She had a soft, faint voice. I expected her voice to be booming. I would've mistaken her for a sweet, shy, heterosexual young girl, not a butch. I felt inferior talking to her, directing her to the class. I've noticed that us butches always seem to compete, but not her, she's different. It is in my interest to become friends with her, but at the same time she is a threat.