#body bits

Y'know those days where you know it's just not gonna be good the moment you wake up? Well today was my day for that. I woke up, stared at the ceiling and contemplated pretending to be sick so I wouldn't have to face it. But I'm a dumbass, so naturally, I didn't. First of all, lost in my ponderings I lay staring at the ceiling for far too long and so had little to no time for doing all the neccessities such as showering, makeup, hair, clothes and properly waking up. You have no idea how much these things matter to me. My insecurities rely on makeup so as not to get out of hand and manifest away. If you're an insecure teenage girl, you get my feels. Secondly, I was almost late for the bus. I got on at just the last minute, everyone glared at me accusingly, and the only seat left was beside this guy with terrible B.O. I could've died. So then I had to self consciously wander into school, hoping his scent wasn't contagious. Then, whaddaya know, my ex pops on up and puts me down. He's a swell guy, you'd love him (note the sarcasm). Smokes weed, loves himself, has a superiorority complex, you know the type. So that was kinda cruddy. See, I know I'm ugly, but he has this unnerving need to tell me whenever he sees me. Maybe because I punched him in the balls, but that's a different story. So the day goes by, and we come to Period 5: Biology. Oh boy. We're learning about reproduction, and I, as a rule, am not good with babies. I don't know, maybe mother nature skipped out on blessing me maternal instincts, but they're not my cup of tea. Our teacher, a wizened old man with a limp, decides to show us a birth. How they were even allowed to show that video to a bunch of 14/15 year olds with a distinctly creepy old guy who makes too many jokes is beyond me. As immature as it is, I am mentally scarred. So following that, I go home. I log onto facebook. I talk to my friends. Then I see a post my best friend has posted about how people should stop hating on me. Then someone comments calling her a hypocrite. The story unravels and it turns out that her and twelve of my other friends have been talking shit behind my back. Coz they're lovely. Fantastic day, eh? So if you're a western world teenager, feeling down on your life, remember, somewhere over that rainbow, there's a Chloe suffering through fifth period biology and being stabbed in the back. Ciaou for now! :P