But we do them anyway.

So I'm typing this in Study Hall at my school- an 8th grader am I, so young and stupid. Someone deleted my school network folder- basically the hub of my group project for social studies. Hours of work gone, in someone's accidental clicking of the delete button. Or a malicious attempt to make me cry, which it practically did.
Or it might have been my partners, one of whom is a lazy, popular slut who doesn't do shit even if her grades hang in the balance. But her laziness does pump out quality work, if after three or four days of work. My other partner is the worst, least popular, ugliest, and most definitely the least intelligent of all my peers. She is not even my peer, she is so inferior in every aspect. I set her to do something- she does it, but either so wrong or so... horrid that I can't use it. I feel terrible hating her this way, but... Well, my cousin put it in the best words. "If they smell, you don't want to work with them."

Terrible.

Eighth grade is possibly the worst time to be alive. I hit puberty last year, go through an emotional roller coaster rivaling menopause every month, and panic every time I miss a period (even if it's normal- I checked) and I'm still a virgin! God, a virgin birth would shake the pews from here to Australia. My friends have two categories- the true friends who would stick by me no matter what, and the friends I want (and try) to be friends with. Those are the default friends, you know? The ones who kind of like you, kind of hate you, kind of don't care? And yet you say "BFFs!" (Best friend forever, in case you didn't know.)

I'll continue this later- the period is almost over. I'm feeling really down on myself in the last 15 minutes, and I have felt great all day!

And in case you didn't know, my name's Emily. A.k.a. EmilytheWise, your almighty ruler.