someone call the ambulence

Come one Come all, i just had the worst day of my life. it is hard to explain without first exlaining the parties involved. there is me, i am running for class vice president but am not taking it too seriously. there is Kid-S, he isnt taking it seriously even tho he is running, but his friends are. there is Kid-M, Kid-L, and Kid-J. Kid-J basically says what happens and M and L just follow along mindlessly really.the really sad thing is that in elementry school i was M's friends and i stuck up for him when kids made fun of his stutter, sure i could have called him a retard and a hillbilly because he kinda kissed his cousin, but i never did. L has never liked me, it doesnt hurt that me and L liked a girl at the same time and she picked me and is still with me. J i kind of feel bad for, because i know a little bit about his family, he lived with his gramma, got kicked out, lived with his mom, got kicked out, i think now he lives with his dad until he gets kicked out and most of the time hes with L, they could be gay for eachother but that is neither here nor there. J L and M all started making anti-me posters, saying stuff like im lame, i hit girls, im gay, and the best was that im an attention hog. now this J kid has done this most of my life and how can he call me an attention hog when he yells out in the middle of class more than me, and is even making posters and putting them up everywhere. i started getting these violent urges all day. like should i punch him, i didnt. the worst is even some of my friends laughed at the posters. i felt kind of betrayed. when i was on the bus with this kid, he rested his head against the window and all i could think of is that i could kick him in the head and he would be seriously hurt, and im a peaceful guy. so i get off the bus and expect an easy walk home. yes? no! FUCK NO! i had 2 dumbass piece of shit dogs following me barking the whole time, i kept thinking "holy Shit it better not bite me" so i finally made it home amidst the fear and anger. i get home and i just yell. at the top of my lungs yell. then i throw my backpack and shoes, take off my shirt, throw that, throw 3 chairs across the dining room, go upstairs, punch an old decoration toy chest, tackle a fake tree, then i go into my room. i walk in and slam the door. then i push my matress against the wall and through my computer chair at it. yelled some more. and almost threw my guitar. but i didnt. now i feel a little better in the wake of my rage and devulging information. if you want to know what this feels like, take permanent marker and draw an x on your face. so that even when it washes away you still have the red from where you scrubed and scrubed until you could clean your face. i dont like it, but thats what its like to be me. heres to hoping this never happens to you. cheers!