March 2012
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February 2012
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today's zumba class just didn't do it for me.
normally Zumba gets rid of all the stresses of my everyday life, but it couldn’t wipe away the tears I’ve been shedding for the past three days, it didn’t let me slap all my anger into the floor, and didn’t let me kick whoever’s imaginary face in the air. I thought I’d feel better after going, but I just feel mentally, emotionally, and physically drained.
I really need Cat’s class to help pick me up. I need her smile, her laughter, her jokingly sexy moves, her aggressive moves like slapping the floor, doing high kicks, and every release of negativity I can get. I’m so tired of crying and I’m so tired of being bullied. I just want to be happy again.
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Pegate! I miss this routine so much! One of my favorites though (:
wow, my dash is dead. reblog this if you're 15, 16, or 17 years old and are a weightloss blog!
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Nearly 17~
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15!
i never thought this would happen to me.
I always see these terrible stories of kids being bullied in school and just think of how someone can cause someone else so much pain? well guess what, apparently prom turns your “friends” into bitches. I’m part of a group of about 10 friends, but two of the girls and I in that group and inseparable best friends. I don’t know what happened or what we did, but all of a sudden we’re being bullied. One girl tricked my best friend into saying something about her prom dress, then told everyone that said friend was being all bitchy about dresses. At lunch, my best friend was taking a physics test and my other best friend was home sick, so I grabbed a seat at my normal table with the rest of my “friends.” I quote the word friends because they really don’t feel like friends right now. They threatened to kick me out of their prom table because I don’t have a date anymore, and during lunch, I grabbed a seat next to one of the girls, and they all moved their stuff to the opposite end of the table.
I know these all sound like petty little things that shouldn’t bother me, and normally I wouldn’t let it bother me, but I don’t know why it’s affecting me so much and driving me to tears. I guess all their actions are just adding up and breaking me down. I don’t know how much stronger I can stay.
i knew this was too easy.
~Sorry for this rant, I just really need to get this frustration off my chest and turn my tears into words.~
Prom. I was so excited. In a matter of two days, I got a date and found a dress. It all fell into place so nicely. The dress is beautiful with a cut out back, so I even increased my workouts and gave up all sweets and sugar. My best friend was going to host the pre-party and we were in the process of renting a hotel room for the after party. I was just thinking, how did I get so lucky? I was dreading prom because I don’t have a boyfriend and I barely have any guy friends. I’m a girly girl and I just don’t have a lot of guy friends. My best guy friend said yes when I asked if he would go with me, so I trusted him.
Two weeks later, less than a month until prom, he backs out because his girlfriend won’t let him go with me. I get his girlfriend’s insecurities, I would be pretty jealous if my boyfriend went to another prom too. But I’ve known him for more than 10 years. We’re childhood friends. But what really annoyed me was that I don’t think he planned on telling me. I had to contact him five times just to get him to confront me, then he beat around the bush with it. I honestly would’ve had way more respect if he told me the day I asked. Now I have a gorgeous dress with no date.
To top it all off, right after my best friend made the announcement that she would be hosting pre-prom, our other “friend” tells our group of friends today that she is actually hosting pre-prom. Of course, my best friend and I weren’t there to hear this.
I hate being a teenager right now. I think I might just go to my Zumba instructor’s Zumbathon for Autism Awareness. I know prom is a once in a lifetime experience, but I don’t want my experience to be miserable.
