I watched, as in my hand, my life and beliefs disintegrate before my eyes.

Yes, I’m being over dramatic. Yesterday was my big fund raising event. It went pretty well. My only problem is that only twenty people showed up. I was nervous about attendance since the beginning of the planning process, and now my unpopularity is shoved hard core, in my face. I’m completely bruised.
It’s starting to get harder to deal with all these disappointments. Twice, in a row, I guy has stopped talking to me after one to two dates. Am I completely horrible?! I’m frustrated now. Look what you did. I let things like that roll down my back and out of sight but obviously my armor was cracked. I should not care, right? That I’m unwanted goods, at SEVENTEEN. How…. at seventeen?
GT says he thought I was gay. VEGA O MEGA (for all my non-Disney fans that means “Oh my Gosh” -Zenon. It just sounds so much better!) I am not gay!

GOOSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t wait to leave and get out of this place. I hate everything right now. I hate the fact that I snap at every and anyone if they give pointless criticism. I hate that I’m stuck on unrequited love. I hate that I just cut off all my hair that makes me look like a boy. I hate that everyone pretends they have no idea what I’m talking about. I hate that I have a frickin pouch for a belly….

I’m leaving in less than a week. FUCK THIS.