Well, it's the summer holidays now, and, urm...nothing happened with 'him'. Duh. It never does. Anyway, so I went through this whole phase of hating him, but I don't really. I guess I still sort of like him but I'm trying my hardest not to. See, last time, he was pretending to like me just to mess me around. Then he said he wanted to be my friend. Good one! Yeah so now I'm just sat at home, missing him, trying not to think about him and reminding myself that he married Colette on the last day of school :/. Yeah so I'm sort of part over him? I'm working on it.
And..P.E, highjump? Last time I said I was going to make myself ill. I tried, too. I even tried to make myself sick, but it didn't work...I got scared...so I went to school looking like c**p, then sorta walked around like a zombie until P.E. AND GUESS WHAT?! I didn't do the jump. I nearly cried. NEARLY! I cried after...:L I'm such a wimp. And I'm good with it. :). So anyway...
I'm having family issues, but I'm going to turn into a way more effective, cool, miserable, depressive post...so...yeah. I'll do that now. Bye. :).
Word of the day(for this post): Failure.
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