washed and hung out to dry...

The rumor has already started spreading. I still don’t understand where they got the fake boyfriend shit from… I am only friends with a few guys on Facebook, so I don’t see the fuss. But like I said in my message, “they’re lives are so boring that they need to make fun of someone to make it interesting.” Although, that still gives them no right to make my life miserable, and Savana is doing a really good job. She keeps doing that fake whisper thing where you cover your mouth with your hand while making whispy sounds and looking right at the person you are supposedly talking about. Every time she touches me, even if it’s just faint, she will say “eww!” and pretend to wipe off the spot. And I know, like a sixth-sense, that she talks about me behind my back. I just want to slap her. I mean, what girl hasn’t talked about another behind their back? It’s a girl thing, like it comes with the territory... ♥ And today, I found evidence of that fact. There were so many fights between a group of so-called ‘friends’ that’s there’s not enough words to explain it. Lets just say, the nine of us aren't as close as I thought we were, and I'm not the only one with enemies. We kind of have separate 'groups' within our one social group, and as I mixed around from group to group I realized that each person hated someone else. The complications in it all were endless. Although I did grasp the fact that “life as a teenage girl is similar to a thunder storm. Loud, complicated and unpredictable…” and you can assume a person’s personality by their relationships with others. Take Jaz and Anne for instance, they are two insanely sweet and adorable girls who have not yet hit puberty, and therefore, friends with everyone. Then girls like me, fat, ugly, and for some reason, hated by four people and counting. ♥ Unfortunately, the girls at St. Jo’s that I am loved by, which is probably 2 thirds out of all the girls in year 8, already have their set social groups. And crossing social groups is a definite no-no, and it also signifies that you’re desperate. So since changing social groups was death, and sitting alone seemed a bit… eh…… then the only option was to make the most out of the frenemies I’ve got. I just had to repair the cracks in all bad relationships. ♥ Repairing my social life would take more than just saying sorry to everyone I’ve ever offended. Because if I say sorry to someone who I hate because they were mean to me, then I will be giving in and admitting that they were in the right. And I don’t want a reputation as a push-over, I’d like to keep my reputation as a creative, confident and hillarious girl. So I had to think of a way to make the people that hurt me feel guilty. How will I do that? I have absolutely no idea—you tell me. ♥