Can You Say "Worst Day Ever"?

I sure can.
Because that pretty much sums up today.
I woke up from the most horrendous nightmare EVER at 2 o'clock this morning.
Then at four my mom came into my room sniffling and wiping her eyes. She had been crying.
I laid in bed staring at the ceiling trying not to think about my nightmare and last night until she called at 5:30.
Then I proceeded to get up and get dressed.
My toothbrush snapped in half.
I got toothpaste EVERYWHERE.
I fell down the stairs.
My hair looked awful.
My eyes were red and puffy from crying.
I couldn't find a shirt to wear even though I did five loads of laudry yesterday.
My jeans were hellish to put on.
And then the clock in the living room struck 6 o'clock.
Fabulous. Just fan-fucking-tastic.
I nearly tripped and broke my face walking to the office.
I read Maggie's blogs and then I was crying again.
6 times. I threw cold water in my face SIX TIMES just so it didn't look like I'd cried.
Next I couldn't find a thermos to put my tea in.
When I finally found one, all the spoons to put sugar in said tea were dirty.
I burnt all the tastebuds off my tongue with the first sip.
Couldn't find a hoodie.
Nearly fell AGAIN going back up the stairs.
Almost forgot my house key.
I tripped on the bus and almost fell.
I know I'm clumsy but this was getting awful.
Alec bitched at me and tried to tell me that his morning had been worse than mine.
As. Fucking. If.
My tea started making me sick.
Jacob and Charlie made fun of me.
I was beginning to think I would be lucky if I made it through homeroom.
Then I couldn't get my locker open.
No one would finish my retched tea.
Wait for it.
THEN THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY CAME.
Kayla threw her amazing-smelling hoodie at me.
(:
Thus ended the good part of my day.
Rachel Bacon tried to talk to me in homeroom.
Cierra didn't come to school.
Stupid lady that doesn't even speak French bitched at me and Guilia all period for no apparent reason.
I was alone, totally alone, in art because SamanthaAnne hadn't come to school either.
Joshua tried to make me happy, so I let him believe that I was.
We had to run fucking suicides in gym and do shuttle run.
I of course had no one to run with because I'm the slowest kid in class.
Fuck.
Book work for science.
I barely spoke.
Mrs. Doyle's voice was getting on my last nerve.
If I had to hear her say "rape" or "genocide" ONE MORE TIME!
And little miss pot head with the black girl ass kept randomly shouting shit that wasn't even right.
Acting gets boring and overrated, but I kept it up during lunch even though my stomache was practically swallowing me whole.
Mrs. Bitch lost my poster in 6th period.
Then after I started again, Will found it.
Of. Fucking. Course.
Mrs. Russlell made us actually do work in geometery.
I don't understand it.
And then Charlie got all upset when I couldn't explain it.
Stupid whore.
Why should I help him when my ribs are bruised because of him anyway.
Then I had to give Kayla her hoodie back.
She was the only person to give me a real hug today besides Josh.
I really miss her some days.
ANYWAY.
Then Melissa told me that someone I was thinking about becoming closer to again, was talking about me behind my back.
Lesson One: Never tell Melissa anything. Shit gets back to me.