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So here's what happened today.
Because I just bet you want to know, Chikas.
It's pretty revolutionary.
I was coing home from the bus with Madison today, and we were talking. Then she told me something about Alexander (AKA: My 'ex' BFF).
Her: Oh, you remember when you passed Alex and I in the hall?
Me: Yeah? D:
She had told me that Alex was being rude earlier, so I thought she was just joking and it was going to be that he found a new bff or something like that.
Her: Well... He started saying "Oh look there goes the stalker," Than I was saying "Ellie is not a stalker! Ellie is Ellie and Ellie is awesome! D:<" Then he said "Dude she's a stalker!", Then I continued to defend you.
So I was basically very sad that he said that i'm a stalker to me. Normally, I don't care what people say about me. But the thing is...I don't know. I mean, I thought that Alexander and I were friends, heck aquaintances at the least. Normally it's just someone that barely knows me that says something, like yesturday this dude named John called me a pothead. (Which i'm not, by the way xD.) But I didn't care at all about that, I mean, i'll fess up if the person has a reason that I have done. Potheads usually act crazy, and I act crazy; So I understand where he is coming from.
I ask Britain if he thinks i've been stalkerish to Alexander. He said no, and that he thinks the thing that made Alex think that is because I asked him alot of questions, so I told Britain I only did that because:
1. I only see him on the bus, it's not like I can spread it thorughout the day.
2. If he likes something I like, I could talk to him about it, then we could be friends or something.
Britain is so sweet.
So yeah, I was really depressed, and when we stopped at the middle school, I went to the way back and pretended to sleep, but I was actually crying a little. Alexander genuinely hurt my feelings today. None of my friends have ever really insulted me before, at least of what I know. I'm so happy that Madison defended me, it was so sweet of her I thought. I owe her alot.
So in my depression, I thought some sad thoughts- like trying to be normal for a change. Then I realized being normal is practically a steriotype all in itself. I want to be Ellie, not normal. Some people might accept me, others might not. Too bad for those who don't, they don't know what their missing :]
I called my friend Abby when I got home, and I talked to her. It made me feel better. :]
 xEvilxPeanutsx · Fri Sep 18, 2009 @ 10:45pm · 0 Comments |
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