RyuReiatsu
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Link to original post: [drupal=2464]Throwing up at school is cool.[/drupal]
Today, after saving my soccer team of a defeat, I ran to the school's bathrooms to vomit my breakfast. FML.
Okay, on a more serious note... I threw up because I was sick (still am) and did too much sports. Running, playing soccer and saving my team. That was too much for my head, seeing as how I had a headache already.
"Great! I told you, you could do it!"
That's what my P.E teacher told me, right before I ran downstairs. Idiot.
When I came back in the gym, I went to my teacher and told him:
"See? I threw up my breakfast now, sir. You shouldn't have pushed me THAT hard."
Anyway, the rest of the time? I slept on a bench, because I didn't want to go through the trouble of going to see the nurse. That useless ***** isn't ever there.
After the class, we all went upstairs. No, wait. That's after changing in the boys' room. After having a few "friends" making fun of my mother****ing teeth killing machine. It's not the right term, but the other word that comes to my mind is BRACES. Which is obviously even more missleading.
Did I forget to mention the fact that I can't pronounce my stupid "ESSES" and my go****ed "GEES"? Pretty much speaking like a ***, with my tongue. My uncle calls me "metallic little chinese!".
I've been very tired lately, and busy. Despite another day of 'recovery', I'll betcha that I'll recover -.-... I'm so depressed, this is all too depressing. First of all, I CAN'T stand NOT having a bit of free time everyday. I'm a guy that succumbs easily to pressure,
nervosity, anxiety, etc.
My back hurts, my stomach aches, my head spins. I'm about to faint in
the bus... Well, not really.
Moving on, I called my mom after telling a bunch of *****es to **** off. And guess what? YEAH! She was worried sick. That's besides the fact that I had a pale-white face this morning.
I'm so depressed I'd love to have a reliable friend. But teenagers are what they are, idiots. I had made the mistske of showing my weakspot to a so-called very good friend and he ended up dissing me. Ever since, I've put my strong impression like I always did. I'd love to tell my mom, but I don't want her involved. She'd go nuts, like any mother. And that's not what she needs. At least, not until the baby's out. I'll have to take the courage to go see a counselor soon. I'm going to explode sooner or later. I'm so depressed, tired and sick. Yet, at the moment, I wish I could play a few B+ players. I don't even know why am I thinking of it
My head spins.
I'm gone. To bed.
Feels good to vent.
P.S: I went to bed before posting it. Going back to bed at the moment.
Today, after saving my soccer team of a defeat, I ran to the school's bathrooms to vomit my breakfast. FML.
Okay, on a more serious note... I threw up because I was sick (still am) and did too much sports. Running, playing soccer and saving my team. That was too much for my head, seeing as how I had a headache already.
"Great! I told you, you could do it!"
That's what my P.E teacher told me, right before I ran downstairs. Idiot.
When I came back in the gym, I went to my teacher and told him:
"See? I threw up my breakfast now, sir. You shouldn't have pushed me THAT hard."
Anyway, the rest of the time? I slept on a bench, because I didn't want to go through the trouble of going to see the nurse. That useless ***** isn't ever there.
After the class, we all went upstairs. No, wait. That's after changing in the boys' room. After having a few "friends" making fun of my mother****ing teeth killing machine. It's not the right term, but the other word that comes to my mind is BRACES. Which is obviously even more missleading.
Did I forget to mention the fact that I can't pronounce my stupid "ESSES" and my go****ed "GEES"? Pretty much speaking like a ***, with my tongue. My uncle calls me "metallic little chinese!".
I've been very tired lately, and busy. Despite another day of 'recovery', I'll betcha that I'll recover -.-... I'm so depressed, this is all too depressing. First of all, I CAN'T stand NOT having a bit of free time everyday. I'm a guy that succumbs easily to pressure,
nervosity, anxiety, etc.
My back hurts, my stomach aches, my head spins. I'm about to faint in
the bus... Well, not really.
Moving on, I called my mom after telling a bunch of *****es to **** off. And guess what? YEAH! She was worried sick. That's besides the fact that I had a pale-white face this morning.
I'm so depressed I'd love to have a reliable friend. But teenagers are what they are, idiots. I had made the mistske of showing my weakspot to a so-called very good friend and he ended up dissing me. Ever since, I've put my strong impression like I always did. I'd love to tell my mom, but I don't want her involved. She'd go nuts, like any mother. And that's not what she needs. At least, not until the baby's out. I'll have to take the courage to go see a counselor soon. I'm going to explode sooner or later. I'm so depressed, tired and sick. Yet, at the moment, I wish I could play a few B+ players. I don't even know why am I thinking of it
My head spins.
I'm gone. To bed.
Feels good to vent.
P.S: I went to bed before posting it. Going back to bed at the moment.
. It's not something that bothers me. But when it comes to 'friends' that made fun of me so much, that wasn't funny one bit.
. People have no more sense of ethics... I assume I'm suffering from exhaustion, not a sort of flu (seeing as how the symptoms ain't there).
