I want to sit on the ground and cry like I'm 3

This week,

I got caught in a hail storm walking to my car. The pebble sized ice balls impaled my face, blinding my vision.

I was blankly staring at the wall before class when a fellow art boy asked, "Kenz what are you staring at?" The entire class decided to stop and listen to my answer. With a red face I simply replied, "I'm tired." He then ended the conversation with, "Oh its okay, I see things to sometimes." The class laughed and i felt stupid.

On another occasion walking to my car, I tripped over the curb. The boy walking past me laughed. I wanted to die.

A kid told me my hair looked nice in the most feminine voice possible. I'm still trying to decide if it was a compliment.

Someone told me I looked tired. Pretty sure that's just how I look. 

I had every intention of going to my 1:30 class Wednesday. Because class didn't start for an hour I cuddled up on the couch and started an episode of The Office. Next thing I knew class had been over for twenty minutes. Oops.

Its been one of those weeks.

(quote for the week by the fabulous Jacque Schmidt, "Gwenie, your hands change lives.")