I'm sick of hearing people say they hate me. Guess what, I'm not to fond of you either? But do they ever stop to think what could possibly be wrong with you? No. Or could they ever realize how greatful I am for every accomplishment, every blessing, everything that I have. No they don't do that either.

They see what they have. They focus on what others don't and laugh. Then get infuriated when that person recieves something good.

So today I am hated. Today Evan tells me that my english class hates me.

Quick analysis on my english class. One shy black guy. He doesn't hate me or have any reason to hate me, we get along pretty well. One black girl I've known since I was 4 use to hate me doesn't anymore, asked me to sit next to her today. One sweet heart who has nothing mean to say about anyone. One kid I always joke around with. 2 girls that hate me. 2 country hick girls that hate me. And one girl who follows and tries to hard to be like the first two girls.

So let's analyze. The first two girls hate me #1 because I got Girls State and she didn't. #2 I got nominated and got girls state, she got neither. #3 a guy asked me to go to prom, due to drama it was broken off and he asked her.

The 2 country hick girls don't hate me persay. One, another Cat, hates that I love English and that I excell in it. Hello-- I want to be an english major and I love poetry. She gets angry when the teacher agrees with the way I translate poetry. This is stupid for a number of reasons. There is no wrong reason to translate poetry. Secondly, who cares if the teacher agrees with me. She wants to be number one and she can't always. The other country hick girl just follows her lead. Oh yeah and the follower. She can't make enough of her own decisions for anything to actually matter.

I'm sick od being hated. I don't like being hated. But the worse part about all this is they are so damn nice to my face...

kat