I'm Bored and Have Nothing to Do

Hello

                              How ya'll doing today? Well, I'm depressed, happy, and a mix of other feelings. So that's cool. But, I just thought that I should just update. OK, this is going to be a little sad, and very serious for a moment. So, in class I sit next to a guy who does self harm too. And someone said that he is doing it for attention. Maybe he was, or maybe not.  I don't care. You can't just go around and tell people that do self harm, "You do this for attention" he comes from a background like me.  But the difference is, some times I burn my self. Yes, self harm is not just cutting. It's burning, poking, punching, kicking, and cutting your self.  Sorry that pissed me off. Sorry for my language too.

                Ok, happy things now.  So, this week a lot of things happened. I will go in order, on Monday I wrote this poem thing. It was very sad. It was saying how I'm not pretty, smart,  and how no one will ever love me. But, the first line was "No one cares," and the person sitting next to me, cough cough my crush cough cough, saw it and asked if he could read it and I'm like "I not done yet!" So when I finish it, he asked to see my note book. I thought it was to see all my drawings. He did look at some of them, but when he found the poem, he like corrected every thing. He said he cared for me. CARED for ME. What the h*** happened? There was also a line that said, "I'm not perfect" and he said that was a lie. Yo, peoples am I perfect? Apparently I am.

              

       Oh, on Saturday, I went skating as some of you know. There was this guy there, and he was kind of cute. But bad at skating. Done right bad. He fell every five minutes. But on to the point. I was helping him skate, and he says, "Your pretty cute, whats your name?'' I start blushing because I can. "My name is Grace." I say. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." What, I sorry. But what? I just smile and skate away. I go to my mom and my sister, aunt, and two little cousins. It was a fundraiser for there school. So, like yesterday, we went to there school for a open house. And we were touring the school for are grade levels. We go and check out fifth grade because I'm going into sixth grade and so are they. And there is skating dude on a desk putting something on the wall. The teacher tells me every ones name, and when he hears his name he turns around. You would think he would just wave right, nope! He like fell off the desk, and starts says, "I know you! Do you remember me? From skating?"  He followed me for the rest of the night. That happened. 

    HAPPY ST.PATTY'S DAY!!!