one of those days.

Today was one of those days. You know the kind I'm talking about. The kind where it starts off good, maybe even great, and it steadily gets worse and worse until you feel like crying and wish that you hadn't gotten out of bed in the morning. This morning was fine. I was a bit tired waking up, but I did nonetheless, and I got ready & went to school. I was actually excited to be there because we weren't doing anything but chillin'. But then of course, my life had to go back to being normal and start sucking again. I got ignored at least 10 times today, because either a) people don't listen to me or b) people can't hear me [I seriously think it's the first one]. Then, not just today but for the whole week and a half that I've been on crutches, I've realized how truly inconsiderate people can be. I mean, sure, I'm independent and all and I don't like to ask for a lot of help but when I'm on crutches I clearly can't do everything. But no, when I'm struggling and actually need some help (like with opening a door or something), people don't do anything. I'm just like, wow, how nice of you all to be so...indifferent, and not help out the poor girl on crutches. Another part of my day being sucky is the fact that my ankle was hurting. It's been okay for a while, but it hurt pretty bad today. And then in 6th period I got this random sudden depression. I don't even know what I was upset about. But then after school was bad too. I went to the counselor's office cuz I had to turn in my pe waiver form and then I asked if I could talk to my counselor about retaking alg 3-4 online but the lady was kind of huffy and was like, "You can see if she has time but she has a parent coming in soon." Blahblahblah. So I waited around for a couple minutes but then decided to ditch. It also pissed me off that counselors are supposed to be there to HELP kids, but there was a long line of kids in the office, probably trying to get part of their schedule changed, and they're like, making faces and being like, "Oh my goodness" and crap. Like, what the heck? The counselors are there for a reason - TO HELP US OUT. But they get all alskdjflak when kids need stuff fixed? And it's their fault for not getting it right in the first place. Then, when I was waiting for my mom with Emily, Christiansen was a way back and yelled to me and made some comment about me still being on crutches. And then I turned around and was talking to Emily and I like, started crying. I don't even really know why. But it's not my fault that my stupid ankle won't heal! And I'm in pain, so it's not like I can try walking on it. Ugh. The world just makes me alsdkjfalsdkjf. Maybe I'll go live by myself in a cave for the rest of my life.