People.

People bother me very often, for so many reasons. Some people don't move in the hallways. Some people are constantly rude to everyone. Some people make stupid decisions. Some people pretend to be something they're not. I mean, why? I don't understand it.
I had the worst Valentine's Day ever this year. And I mean, it was BAD. One of my friends was heartbroken, and seeing his pain broke my heart, and another one of my friends found a guy she liked who isn't even a nice guy, and another one of my friends has a relative in the hospital... it's all just a mess. Life. For me, my gosh, I don't even want to go into it! But let's just say there were some arguments and there were tears and it was just, you know, dreadful. And it seems as though everyone and their sibling is in love. Except me, I'm just kind of walking around with nobody to think about. Okay, yeah, I just said something about that guy Paul in my other post, but in reality, I don't even think I like him all that much. And it's just occurred to me that people actually read my blog, including strangers, but I got a blog so I would have somewhere to vent and so that's what I'm going to do, whether people read it or not. I've already said this in my first post; these are my thoughts, my dreams, my feelings, and if anybody else reads it, well, that's their choice. But class is about to end and I should probably pack up. And shit, I have to do homework that's do today.