Ensure that every time he tries to talk to you, you completely disregard him so he thinks you are a stuck up bitch. Don’t demonstrate any remorse or apologise for your behaviour towards them. They then avoid you like you have the plague for months, but show no signs of noticing hem so he aminosity continues onwards.
Too scared I was today to go to class, I was worried everyone would look at me when I walk in the room and see me sitting all alone, what a weirdo. All year everyday I have been in tears everyday trying to see things how I used to. I don’t even understand what happened, before it always was fine. Too long I spent away from here and now an irrational fear has taken place of my normally rational mind. Everybody here hates me, yet here I sit alone, silent, upset and hurt, it is hard to get through the door. I can’t really anymore so I decided it’s easier to stay away from here, this is not normal, I don’t really want to feel this way, yet I do. It is hard to understand why I felt this way, trust me I really don’t want to.
Ha gently licked my vagina up and down. Then he rolled his finger over it getting harder and harder until I gasped out in pleasure.
Day after day I lie to my friends right to their faces, I don’t even have to make anything up, luckily they show no interest in my daily life routine, thank goodness! That still doesn’t change the fact it’s not reality. It’s reality that doesn’t feel real, it doesn’t feel normal this way of life, it doesn’t feel me and I don’t know who I am becoming anymore. I don’t want to be the grumpy faced dog that does nothing with her life, that sits there like a sloth, achieving nothing all the time. I don’t want to be the person with the get up and go, the one show always enthusiastic even in French lessons. Come on, I mean “Hello?!!” I don’t want to be the eager beaver, always answering every question, with my hand in the air, like school is the Bafta’s when it’s just lame. I want to be the person I used to be, enjoying school, with my nice little clique of friends to talk to. The reality is I sit there in silence, alone, miserable and afraid it is going to continue. I think this so much, that it does continue, day after day, month after month, until I’ve finally opened my eyes and it has been nine whole months. What have I even been doing this past year? I should have been having fun with my friends, enjoying history lessons, not just sat there, waiting for anything to happen. I cannot believe things have stooped this low, to the point where I’m not even enjoying history anymore. I go to sleep every night wishing that my dreams were reality, and that my reality is a dream, this is no way to live your life. Wake up, wake up!!!! What is wrong with you? I’m 50 shades of fucked up.
When did it all become so much hassle? Wasn’t it supposed to be easy, natural? Never been the kind of person who feels the need to have friends and I hate that this environment is making me want that, like when I was at school and normally I would have been content to be alone all day, it’s normal for me to feel that way. Feel out cold when I’m with my friends, alone, awkward and depressed, when I go back to this house I feel the same way too, it’s persistent, never ending. Why haven’ things changed by now? I thought I would have moved on by now, still stuck in this trap it’s not good somehow. Everyday, I am reminded of what I did, it eats away at me, bit by bit. How could I ever do that to another person? The reality is I did. Damaged her beyond repair, made her feel so alone and scared. That poor girl, so innocent, so young, damaged beyond repair and I did that to another human being. When did I become devoid of emotion, guilt? These are the consequences of consciously ruining another person’s life. She was a teenager only starting life, after being disregarded a few times by someone who I like. I can see how my mind games fucker her up, badly harmed her relationships and her mental health, I should have left before I caused any more damage, but I made the decision not to. It should have been the happiest years of her life, I took those from her, how could I? When you are fucked up, your life becomes 50 shades of fucked up.
They told me these were supposed to be the best three years of your life. That everything would change for the better, your job prospects, your relationships, your whole life. Why didn’t people mention the pitfalls of this life? The feeling no one is noticing you, how alone you feel when you sleep at night. When you wake up in tears to see everyone has had a good time without you. It never ends, you wake up day after day and it’s the same situation, you regret coming here, if you knew it was going to be this way you wouldn’t have. Why did they not mention that when you walk in a room, everyone leaves, how upsetting and depressing that is? It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I have had seven and a half weeks away from this and as soon as I come back, I remember how i felt before, it swallows me up whole and I weep for a full ten minutes. I am not sure if I will make it through this semester but I need to try for at least four weeks. Why didn’t they mention to me that there is a chance you would feel this low? A painful reminder of the bad days faced at school, the lonliness. It makes you want to not talk to people, no longer find jokes funny, no longer make small chat to people around you. Coming across so rude will not help this situation, but it’s hard when you are in such misery. You just have to remind yourself everyday that you are there for the course , try to focus on that, otherwise if the isolation becomes all consuming, you will have missed out on a fantastic opportunity.
I don’t ever want to be the girl that dislikes you, the one who lets you down, isn’t a good enough follower. Everyday, I think how amazing you are, all the time, it is constantly in my mind. I know that it is impossible for there to be a person as amazing as you out there. I think to myself, how could there ever be? It is unrealistic you are the most perfect person on this earth, without you, my whole life would be incomplete. How anyone could dislike you, they have mental problems. You are; grace, beauty, lust, intelligence, confidence, talent. All of these things make us love you, everything you do makes us want to love you and admire you more each day. When people say they don’t get the big deal about you, you just think, one day you will be converted, or you should change your way of thinking. Being a Cumberbitch is awesome.