Nobody's gonna tell me what to do

1st block: reviewed for EOCTs
2nd block: sewed.
3rd block: reviewed for EOCTs
4th block: took notes...like always

Gah this day was not good at all.

Something happened last night and it just really stressing me out. Then this morning, it was like POURING the rain, and that made my hair frizzy and not curly. That really pissed me off. Then I yelled at my mom and I feel really bad for doing that, because I made it seem like everything was her fault and I just feel terrible, then I got to school and Chris and Clay stopped me in the RAIN and I couldn't get away from them.. I was also just tired.

You know what I don't understand? Bullies. Like everyone gets made fun of in their life time and that just happens to be me everyday. I get made fun of for my hair, for my opinions, how I dress, what shoes I'm wearing, and everything. Some people who are stupider are like worse than me and they don't get made fun of. If I were an outfit that was pink pants and an ugly shirt, I would get made fun of but if one of the preppy people in our grade wore that, they would be the goddess. For example, yesterday, it was pouring the rain, and I wore rain boots, and people made fun of me, but if SOMEONE (no names given) wore that, they would be like setting the trend. I can't wait until I'm older, and I'm successful in life and I become one of those preppy peoples boss. I really can't wait. I also don't understand why bullies don't get made fun of. People are like so scared to make fun of them back and its just stupid. I would stand up for myself, but I would get my ass kicked. I think someone should just beat the hell out of them one day, and then show them who the bully is. The bully who picks on me looks like a rat and the other one is fat, and I don't have a problem with fat people, but my mom tells me their just jealous. But I don't think my mom understands what I go through in school, because when she was in school she was one of those preps, and she doesn't know how its like. My dad, brother, and sister were and are like that too. I guess I'm the odd one out just like I've always been. I just want to be somebody, and more than anything I want to start designing my own clothes, and sale them or something. I want to be somebody who makes a difference in someone's life but no one will really give me the chance. Some think I'm stuck up and a lot of people think I'm quiet and their just so judgmental. I hate it so much. But I guess I should just stop being upset about it. I honestly don't care what people think or say about me, but when they just keep agging it on it really really gets old. Well there's my daily thought of the day.
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Becca