August sucks...

It's official: I am a loser. Today, I was stood up for a sleepover with someone who I thought would be happy to see me and do stuff with me after not seeing each other for two months and three weeks and when I tried to find someone else to sleep over I had nobody to call.

But I guess it's my fault. I mean, COME ON, I so deserved being treated like shit by checking with her mom every few days to see when she was coming home and going away to band camp the week she came back even though it killed me inside to go. That being said, I guess that anyone that does that should be ignored and (figuratively) spat in the face when they didn't do anything in the first place. That's what you get for being a good friend, I suppose.

It's probably my fault that I have no other friends too. I shouldn't be so nice anymore, since everyone seems to like and want to be friends with bitches. It's like this: Who would you rather be friends with? The pretty, popular cheerleader that gets all the guys and has all the girls wishing they were her, or the mousy she-nerd that sits in front of you in math class that nobody likes but she always manages to remember when your birthday is or congratulate you on your winning goal in soccer? Most people pick the sooner, so I guess this has been a rude awakening and a lesson well learned.

But I'm not entirely to blame. It's *Ophelia's fault too. You see, when she moved into my neighborhood, *Ashlee and I were good friends. We all got along great until Ophelia started to not talk to me anymore. I asked her why but she wouldn't tell me so sooner or later, they started full-blown hating me and throwing things at me as I walked past. I took it up with her mother and she said that Ashlee told them that I told her that I thought Ophelia was stupid but when I confronted Ashlee she said she did nothing of the sort. But last year around this time she found out that she was moving to North Carolina so she confessed to me that she made everything up about me. I asked her to explain to Ophelia but she never did so the truth remains unsaid. Enter *Jessica. She moves into Ashlee's old house and we become the best of friends. Jessica goes to Puerto Rico for two months and I highly anticipated her return, but I had to leave for band camp four days before she came back. When I did come back, things started getting a little strange. I had noticed that Jessica and Ophelia started hanging out with each other a lot and Jessica kept blowing me off for no reason. I kept asking her if anything was wrong but she just kept saying that there wasn't any problem so I thought I was just being paranoid and let it slide. But it kept happening again and again and I don't know why.

So, yeah I'm pretty much hating my life right now, but on a lighter note I almost have my backhandspring. A happy little piccolo in a symphony of ominous cellos.

This is Katelyn, over and out.

*names changed