Dixie currently feels:

Depressed

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I'm not happy today.

The day has gone by so slowly.

How I despise Mondays.

The only good thing about today was that my Science teacher wasn't in.

As a result, I only did one question, and spent the rest of the lesson talking with Nazia.

I AM SO SICK OF THEORETICAL YIELD.

It's more Maths than anything.

And I HATE Maths.

Screw Maths up the backside with a calculator.

I don't need to be doing Maths in SCIENCE.

Leave me alone, you poxy numbers.

From the end of first lesson, to before I left the library - I had a safety-pin stuck in my glasses.

I clipped it round the right branch, next to my eyebrow.

Eighteen people commented.

I did it for the pure crack.

I wanted to see how many people would notice.

Nazia found it really funny.

My Maths teacher was confused.

My Geography teacher was bewildered.

Our librarian smiled at me - as she always does.

I didn't smile back.

I'm not in the mood to smile today.

I'm sick of people using my weaknesses against me.

So sick of being ignored.

So sick of being left alone.

So sick of people rubbing how good their lives are in my face.

Sick of the preps talking about insignificant matters.

The world is a terrible place - awful things are happening. Nobody cares.

I miss Emily.

I need her back.