I Don't Want to Part With You, But I Know I Need to Release You

Today was a very depressing day. So I got locked out of New Science, where my locker is. This happened after school, where I decided to stay after for some math tutoring. I figured I could get to my locker afterwards, that way I wouldn't have to go back and forth since my 6th period is math. Little did I know that the doors would be LOCKED. Gah, it frustrated me to my breaking point. It was Friday, and I was stuck at school. :( I feel so weak admitting this, but I almost cried. :/ So I went to the front office after asking a couple of teachers for help. I had the lady page someone to come help me open the door, since the janitor I asked didn't have a key. :/ Goodness. Mrs. Neal. SUCH A BEEYOTCH. So is it MY FAULT that I can't get to my locker? She acted like it was all my fault or that I was wasting her time or something. What is up with these teachers? The librarian is the same way. Bitches. :P She gave me this glare and was sighing and whatever, and after she paged the guy and I thanked her nicely (while resisting the urge to jump over the desk and punch her in the face) she gave me a stern look and said coldly, "GO." D: I hate the faculty at my staff. Remind me to never come to any of my reunions. It's things like this that make me feel so vulnerable and lonely. (Great, I'm about to cry again.) Speaking of lonely, I'm about to reveal something to you guys, my faithful reader(s). It's something I'm sending to PostSecret. (Thank you again Ben for the book! I love it!) Enjoy, and give me your thoughts? Kay, gotta get to bed. It's almost 2... -____-