Story Of My Life

So this is basically a spin-off of my actual life. Some things will be exaggerated, but the basic idea is my life. If you want to read it, go ahead. If you don't, that's your loss. Once this story catches up to present day it'll become pure fiction, with the hopes that what happens in this story will actually become my life.

OH! And I apologize in advanced for any swearing but I'm not going to edit it out because this is, after all, my life, and I tend to swear a lot.

So I'm going to enter this in the Story Of My Life competition! Wish me luck!


5. so what. no one cares

hey guys!


sorry I haven't been on for a while I've been so busy with sports and school.

but I'm back right now and that's what matters :)


So lately I've been feeling more alone than usual. I don't know why, but I get upset more easily and I feel like crying over almost anything.

I just wish that I could meet someone who could be there for me all the time, someone who will always help me feel better.

I've always been the one to cheer others up and tell them how great they are, but I've never had anyone like that for me.

I feel like maybe I'm not supposed to be here anymore, like i was never supposed to be. Kind of like a glitch on a game.


At my school there's a storage room in the boys change room that holds all the sports jerseys. I had to go in and get a libero (comment if you know what I'm talking about) jersey from that room. It was locked so I asked one of the teachers to unlock it for me. Of course, when I was leaving all of the guys in the P.E. class were going in to change and i got really weird stares and they were all whispering.

A few days later people stopped asking me why I was in the guys locker room and I  thought it had blown over like most rumours do. Of course it hadn't, and I found out just what this had turned into. During the course of 3 weeks over 16 people came up to me and asked if the thing about me was true. I had no idea what they were talking about and eventually I just had to ask someone.

I wish I hadn't.

For weeks people have been talking about how I'm having sex with the teacher that had unlocked the storage room.

Honestly at first I laughed, I thought "how ridiculous that's not even believable". But I realized if it was completely unbelievable people wouldn't still be talking about it.

It hurts. To realize that people you think you know and think know you actually believe that you would do something like have sex with a teacher. I can't even talk to the person I like.  All I can say is thank god I didn't realize it in class because the moment I did I broke down in tears. I couldn't stop. I don't think I wanted to stop. Crying always helps me, lets me get the feeling out, but this time the feeling didn't leave with the tears.

I'm still trying to deal with it, a few weeks later. It's getting better but it never completely disappears.


wow I don't think I've posted anything in almost a year. It was really nice to get this out.

xx Taylor

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