SHE`S A MANNEQUIN OF MISERY.

As most of you know I recently passed out during school hours. It was so humiliating.

Well, according to my friends who saw me "faint", my other b*tchy classmates thought I was possessed. WTF. Possessed? I know what had happened to me was probably terrifying for them. But I was their classmate. And that really hurt `cause I found out I was forty-nine degrees and not possessed when the nurse took me to the school clinic. But the feeling that people actually said that about me... Its so shamef5ul of them.

And another thing. Isn`t it that whenever someone drops something, you immediately help them pick it up? To help the person in need.

And guess what? My so-called "classmates" didn`t even bother to help. They could already see someone suffering right in front of their faces, yet they prefer to just stand and stare. Like those people from the painting, The Scream by Edvard Munch. Except they didn`t have their hands on their cheeks.

If you can`t imagine it, here`s a little help:

Imagine your half of your body (torso, arms, and head) lying on the edge of a table. Imagine your lower half to be standing. As though you were listening to a sound under that table.

Now, imagine yourself trying to stand up from that position. Try to straighten up your body. Remember that you can`t see very well. As though your eyes were numb. Blurry. Like a vignette picture. Try to keep your balance. Oh. You can`t balance because you can`t control your body.

Next, imagine that table being really long and extending forward. Imagine people on both of the sides of that extremely large table. Doing that face. Something like D: or O:
Some people actually had this face. :|

See what I mean. My "classmates" are insensitive bratty rich kids who don`t even care about the people around them.

FML.

[c] SHINEDOWN for the title