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Please be aware I was very angry, and drowning in tears (and snot) while typing this entry. Half of everything said may or may not be meant.

Vincench's class was tolerable today.
I was not depressed, nor regretful.
Today I did not hold back tears, because there were none there.
I was angry, furious.
Everytime I heard Lynett's name it shrieked in my brain.
I held back lashing out.
It wont be long now 'till I blow up in class, yelling at the poor slut (and Lynett).

Ah, before Vincench's, I saw Samantha. Good seein' her now and then, but I'd love to see her more. I could really use her comfort right now.

Damn Caitlyn is still telling her own lies about me. Good! I hope you're happy that all YOUR friends hate me. Guess what. I don't give a s**t if your friends are mad at me. Big whoop. And good luck turning my friends against me. They've automatically hated you! Isn't life great?

You better be damn well glad I got rid of that s**t to cut, and to drink. Did it for you. Right now I'd be swimming in alcohol. No1 else is here to help me. But I'm trying to change for you sweetheart. Everything I do never seems good enough though. What do I have to do? What do I have to say? I'm dying here.
Ha! Wouldn't you love that!

I did have a good day today though. I don't know why I'm so hurt right now. I guess because you had the nerve to put all your ******** lies in my face. You must think you're so damn good at this game. But trust me, I am even better. I'm used to playing games by now, remember? No need asking, I'm sure you do.

Stop lying about me, stop trying to turn people against me, and stop trying to make me jealous.

You're not gonna win.

During lunch, I stayed 'round with Banita. Nice that she heard your lies too you filthy b***h (Oh, and that's a complement, trust me).
Luckily Banita doesn't care what you say. She knows you lie. Face it, you can't get to my friends. And no, for your information, I did not spread anything about you. I don't plan to either. I will never go as low as you are.

Anyway, while Banita and I were talking, a tennis ball rolled up to me. I threw it against the wall a couple times while Benita and I talked.

Later on, in 6th period, Jon and I tossed the tennis ball, now named Roger Wilson, back and forth. Turns out that he was the 1 who kicked Roger toward me. Jon was only 1 table away, so it's not like tossing it 'round was anything bad during our daily free time of 20 minutes. The problem was when we included Jennifer, who is all the way across the classroom. We didn't do any damage, but s**t we had fun! The "problem" I referred to was that fellow classmates weren't too happy with us.

What was funny was that this girl who was a bit peeved at us was a girl who found the tennis ball, she lost it in the 200-wing, and Jon kicked it to Banita and I. Wow! Roger's such a whore!