i've know andrew lawson since i was in first or second grade. and i never knew he was so mean until now, seven years later, when i have to sit next to him in biology.

and it's not like he's being really mean or anything right to my face. he's not a fiery mean. he's a passive-agressive, ice-cold kind of mean. the worst kind of mean.

he never hands me anything when i ask for it (such as scissors or maybe a piece of paper), he slams it near a space beside me, or shoves it towards me. he gives me those looks that say "you are worthless and crazy and stupid," and today he told me i needed to get a life. that boy doesn't know anything about me. i am not stupid, i am not worthless, and i am only a little bit crazy. he is an emotionless robot. he is the shitface here. not me.

and i do have a life. i have my music. i do more than play it, i write it and live it and breathe it. i don't just play a stupid saxaphone in the school band, with songs i didn't even write, i don't care if you're good at it.

if this keeps up, i'm going to give him a piece of my mind. because i will NOT put up with this for another month.