I'm not mad

at her. I'm mad at the fact that they were there. I'm mad at the fact that I let if effect me. I should have kept going. I shouldn't have started crying in my sweat. I shouldn't have been so stupid. Why do I let them get to me. Maybe it's because they're not my true friends and I thought they were and I'm still not over it all, even though I really want to be. It's not totally fair. I just want to be at the next football game because its away and its going to be great, I hope that is. I can't stop hiccuping. I need to finish my homework but I'm too tired. I want to finish this and go to bed. Maybe I'll do a little bit. Maybe, maybe not.