When The Third Post Came Around . . . I Found Heartbreak

Excuse me if I'm a little more bitter than usual but--

I'm pissed. More than pissed, actually. And for more than one reason.

• I went to the 8th grade dance. Did my hair all nice and pretty, wore a nice dress (which is better than any other day--because I normally wouldn't wear a dress), and decorated it with gorgeous jewelry my mother made for me (she's a beader). Still, I'm the third wheel.
• No one but, like, two people wanted me to dance with them.
• My crush, who looked stunning by the way, didn't even glance at me.
• So I'm pissed at him. And I'm pissed at me because I can't get over him.
• And the day after the dance, we had a parade for band. He pretended to be friends again. I shunned him and rolled my eyes.

Good reasons, right? Trust me, if I could, I'd smash my head against the kitchen table in efforts to try to tame this heart, but that be giving in, right? I wanna say something here . . .

"Say you hate me, and I'll challenge your word. Say you love me, and I've already won."
--Me

And I'll sign off there. Sorry for the lack of posting lately.