simonkodousek
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I'm so stressed out right now that I feel like my head's about to explode, but a good vent/rant always helps me to alleviate some of it, so that's why I'm posting this thread.
Here goes...
My Christmas party was last Friday and there were about 15 guests, only 10 of which I chose myself. The other 5 were people that my mom invited because she is friends with their parents.
One of my best friends is going through a lot of family drama right now, and couldn't exactly handle the party, so she began crying right in the middle of the room and I had to take her in to the other room to calm down for almost 2 hours. While we were talking, she told me the reasons why she was crying, many of which I had already experienced 2 or 3 years ago. I then told her why I was so stressed out and obviously unhappy, and we both ended up in tears because of what we were either going through, or already went through. We returned to the party and had fun after that.
After the party, I was planning on having a sleepover with two of my best friends, but one of the people that my mom had invited, decided that he wanted to stay over as well, and being a nice person, I said OK. Well, what an awful decision that was...
One of my friends and the person who invited himself over stayed in the other room while I went to talk to one of my friends about some very personal things that could change my life forever in the other room. Well, apparently the person who invited himself over was eavesdropping at the door and heard everything that I said.
Everyone went to bed at 5:30 AM, but the person who invited himself over got up and absolutely trashed my basement, including throwing Christmas ornaments, dumping 4 or more cans of sugar-filled soda on the carpet, sticking candy canes on the walls with spit, flushing candy wrappers down the toilet, leaving chocolate on the floor (I have a dog) and clogging and overflowing the sink. I was absolutely shocked to wake up to such a mess, but I didn't really notice how bad it was until I got home later in the day.
Now, this lousy piece of trash (pardon my French) is telling everybody at school what he heard me say while eavesdropping and now, almost nobody is talking to me.
On top of that, we had this 80-year-old substitute for band today who kicked me out of class because he thought I was talking, which I wasn't. While I was standing out in the hallway, the two choir teachers (who are two of the world's nicest people ever) came out and asked me why I was standing there. I started to explain when I just absolutely broke down in tears. Getting kicked out of class was the last thing I needed on top of the figurative pile of garbage that I was already carrying on my back, not to mention the extreme humiliation of everything.
Sorry if this story was long, or if it didn't really make any sense, but I just needed to vent.
~Simon
Here goes...
My Christmas party was last Friday and there were about 15 guests, only 10 of which I chose myself. The other 5 were people that my mom invited because she is friends with their parents.
One of my best friends is going through a lot of family drama right now, and couldn't exactly handle the party, so she began crying right in the middle of the room and I had to take her in to the other room to calm down for almost 2 hours. While we were talking, she told me the reasons why she was crying, many of which I had already experienced 2 or 3 years ago. I then told her why I was so stressed out and obviously unhappy, and we both ended up in tears because of what we were either going through, or already went through. We returned to the party and had fun after that.
After the party, I was planning on having a sleepover with two of my best friends, but one of the people that my mom had invited, decided that he wanted to stay over as well, and being a nice person, I said OK. Well, what an awful decision that was...
One of my friends and the person who invited himself over stayed in the other room while I went to talk to one of my friends about some very personal things that could change my life forever in the other room. Well, apparently the person who invited himself over was eavesdropping at the door and heard everything that I said.
Everyone went to bed at 5:30 AM, but the person who invited himself over got up and absolutely trashed my basement, including throwing Christmas ornaments, dumping 4 or more cans of sugar-filled soda on the carpet, sticking candy canes on the walls with spit, flushing candy wrappers down the toilet, leaving chocolate on the floor (I have a dog) and clogging and overflowing the sink. I was absolutely shocked to wake up to such a mess, but I didn't really notice how bad it was until I got home later in the day.
Now, this lousy piece of trash (pardon my French) is telling everybody at school what he heard me say while eavesdropping and now, almost nobody is talking to me.
On top of that, we had this 80-year-old substitute for band today who kicked me out of class because he thought I was talking, which I wasn't. While I was standing out in the hallway, the two choir teachers (who are two of the world's nicest people ever) came out and asked me why I was standing there. I started to explain when I just absolutely broke down in tears. Getting kicked out of class was the last thing I needed on top of the figurative pile of garbage that I was already carrying on my back, not to mention the extreme humiliation of everything.
Sorry if this story was long, or if it didn't really make any sense, but I just needed to vent.
~Simon
not much I can say to help but I hope getting it all off your chest helped
