I am a relatively smart person. I'm in high classes, I get good grades, and I understand a lot of things. Which is why it really upsets me to be called into my English teacher's classroom after school for a 45 minute talk on everything that went wrong in my research paper. I mean, criticism helps me to a point, but having my paper completely picked apart and being told that it will be graded as is upsets me a little bit. To make all of this worse, I hate people. Especially people who enjoy making my self esteem fall. Especially when I'm friends with those people, and they are my boyfriend's best friend. I can usually just roll my eyes or ignore this kid's comments, but when he says things designed to hurt me, I mean really hurt me, it works. He knows things that I'm sensitive about, so he can come up with just the wrong thing to say. When he says stuff about my relationship, I want to blow it off, but I can't. He knows both of us really well, and I can't deny that some of the stuff that he says may be true. Ugh. I need some sleep.
Scarf color: Gryffindor (Burgundy and Gold)
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