Five Minutes

I bang my head on the table.

I’m practically clueless right now. I don’t understand. I’m confused.

I don’t know if I feel sad or angry, and I don’t know why I’m so depressed. I have absolutely nothing to be depressed about. Well, nothing serious at least.

But I feel so depressed and sad! I don’t understand! Why am I sad when I have every reason to be happy?

Oh wait. Ok, NOW I’m happy. I just thought of how cute puppies are.

Oh great I’m hungry again.

I walk to the fridge and look at the contents in it. Ketchup, leftover pizza, some ham, lettuce, and a few other things that are ok to eat, I guess. I grab the pizza and put it into the microwave to heat. I also grab the ketchup to go with it.

Once the microwave dings, I take out the pizza and put some ketchup in it.

Oh this is just fantastic. I put in too much ketchup! I hate the world.

I head to the living room to eat the pizza. I turn on the TV and I start watching Animal Planet. It’s about an elephant with her baby. They look cute.

As I eat the pizza, I think of how fat I’m getting. When I’m too fat, people are going to make fun of me again. Can’t they just understand I am
trying my best? Everyone wants something from me. Don’t they care about my feelings? Don’t they know I’m human too?

I start sobbing as I eat my pizza, my tears soaking through the dough. I am just so sad… I wish I had real friends.

As I watch the elephants, the baby elephant does this super cute roll on the beach sand and I burst out laughing. It’s so cute!

“Hey sis,” my brother says as he walks through the door carrying his football gear. “Are you ok?”

“Of course I’m ok!” I snap at him and he brings his palms up. “What, I don’t look ok? It’s because I’m not wearing make-up right? SO?! Can’t a girl not wear make-up and be pretty? What is wrong with you?! STOP BEING SEXIST!”

“Whoa, ok I was just asking,” he chuckled as he climbed the stairs to his room.

I snorted. What a jerk.

I am seething mad at him right now. Scratch that, not just him, but at the world.

Suddenly, my phone dings and I look at the message.

It was my boyfriend, saying he couldn’t come to school tomorrow because he was sick.

AHA! Sick?! No, I bet he’s sleeping with another girl and coming to school to see me will only make him feel guilty. What a douche bag!

But of course I don’t let him know that I’m mad. So I reply with, “Ok. Get well soon.”

I want to rip his throat and shove it down the sewer. Ugh I hate him!

I walk to the window and pull open the curtains angrily.

OOH! Dad’s making barbeque outside. I haven’t had barbeque for a while. I squeal in excitement, drooling already. Oh those delicious barbeque pork ribs will taste so good!

“Honey?” My dad called from the outside. “I forgot to ask, why did you slam your head on the table five minutes ago?”

I’m on my period by the way.