I was just told really bad news. My dog is gunna be put down on Friday. ;; Now all I do anymore in the meantime is imagine me crying my eyes out, looking at the dead body of my dog that we've had for 11 years. I don't think I really wanna go to school, 1. considering I hate crying in front of people, and 2. I think that we all should be there.
And if that doesn't suck enough, someone kicked me and slapped me at recess. Fun, right?
Not.