Mary Kate would like you to know that she's having a very hard time

This is my story. It will contain rants, sappy letters, crappy stories, ASDFGHJKL moments, and the all together recollection of my hilariously loser-ish life.


34. I cannot articulate how angry I am

Have you ever had those days, weeks, or months where everything that could go wrong, or piss you off, or tear you down happens all at once? Yeah well thats happening for damn sure. People are twats. Thats just the entire reason for humanities problems right there. People are COMPLETE TWAAAAAATTTTSSS. Let me explain.

Event 1. The girl in the locker room.

I concern one of my best friends Bekah with a lot of the things people do to me. As I realized that it was worrying her more and I stopped telling her those things all together. BUT IT'S SO HARD SOMETIMES. Okay getting to the girl. I went to grammar school with a lot of the Plastics that now patrol the halls of my school. One of the was named...Yevette...Oh hush up I'm not creative with names. Anyway, me and Yevette USED TO BE really really close friends. However, she became an openly bitchy person, whilst I became an under-my-breath-sarcastic- bitchy person. She soon realized that it was cool to pick on me, and turned a whole 180 on me. Fastforwarding past quiet a few bookings and name callings and such, we came to last Monday. I'm an awkward person. That's evident. So in the locker room with many many girls changing around me, I have a system. I look straight at my locker and I do not devert my eyes from that locker. I don't speak or make any noise, I change, and I bolt to where my friends are. Thats it. Thats all I ever do. But Because my last name starts with an S, and Yevettes starts with a V, we are in the same locker cubical. She found it necissary to point out the small stretch marks that have formed on my stomach. (Those are not of my own doing actually they are the result of rapid medication changes, multiple shots in the same spots, blood tests, my disease and such) Anyway, she decided to say QUITE LOUDLY that I resembled an elderly mother who has a muffin top. I can't even tell you how happy I was that BEkha was already about 20 feet away, and didn't hear a lick of it.

Event 2. The argument 

Okay, first off, just as a reference, the color of eyes called "Hazel" is a mixture of brown and green. Got it? If you didn't already know, you do. Anyways, there's a guy in my grade called Jack. Jack and I frequently disagree, but usually we can get over it really quickly and go back to being friends. This year has been different though. Jack has taken to making fun of me, which is fine, I can handle that, and my friends. Which will not get past me on any level what so ever, say one thing about them and I swear to Merlin you're going to get it. Which he did after making fun of one of my best friends Dani. After he apologized to both me and Dani, we got over it as usual. We have these stupid little fights that usually just make me laugh, but he took this one way, way to far. Maddy, my friend, has Hazel eyes, But hers are the type with just a small tiny bit of blue mixed in to make them beautifully unique. ( I have a habit of commenting on peoples eyes in the middle of a conversation by the way) I was in a conversation with Maddy, and I looked up, and caught her eyes, I then made a comment about how I thought the hazel color of them was very pretty. Jack then said from behind me, and said in the most annoying, boarder line gay man voice "Her eyes aren't light brown, they're brown and green. After many many days of his friends coming up to make and saying "Jesus Mary Kate, learn your colors", I had had enough. I took the fact that he was telling people I didn't know my colors to heart because art is my entire life, and it hurt a bit too much to have people saying that at me all day. Needless to day, Jack is no longer a friend of mine, and I regret that he shattered our friendship over a freaking eye color.

Event 3. The mysterious happening

During those two events and many, many more, I did something that I am not completely proud of. Now I'm not going to say what it is, but you guys can use your imaginations. I won't say it purely for the chance that Bekah or Dani is reading this. Like I said, I'm not proud of it, but I don't regret it completely either, because it shows me who I am, what I've gone through, and where I can go on to be.

That is the end for now because it's two in the morning and I'm dead tired. Good night, ( Or Morning or Afternoon, whenever you read this) my fellow explorers of the internet.

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