Lost

So i fake one

I slowly open my eyes, i was lying in my bed.

I sighed softly and opened my dairy, deciding it was best to sketch like I always do.

I felt a little lost- i hated feeling like this.... I stopped when I was nine! I can't let my work go to waste.

Stupid middle school.

I still have no idea how I ended back in my bed, but it happened before- so I'm kinda getting accustomed to it.

I slowly got up and changed into a red hoodie and dark blue ripped jeans, than slung my heavy bag my shoulder, wincing in pain I walked to school.

I kept getting flashbacks in the middle of classes... it's so freaking hard to hold back tears, I don't know why-

What's wrong with me? I'm not that kind of girl to cry, I never was.

And all this homework and quiz stress is not helping, fricking hate school.

It's my birthday in a few days, yay I'll be turning fourteen.

Note the heavy sarcasm.

Being a year older is not going to change anything.

I got a bunch of dumb girls come to me at school and insult me, how mature.

After a while of them insulting me and me giving them sarcastic replies they started to physically hurt me.

They just punched me one or two times though,

I couldn't help but laugh at their attempts to do.. what exactly?

It's funny how people think telling me "I hate you" is going to affect me.

I don't freaking care.