The day started off great. I woke up late and took a long relaxing shower. I went to my old high school. I snuck in like it was super stealth mode. The security is tough now. About a year ago I would've been able to get in with no problem. When I tried sneaking in a couple of weeks ago, I got caught. Some fat guy in the hall way stopped me and grabbed my shirt. I said "mother fucker don't touch me!" Then he insisted that I left. So I felt it wasn't worth arguing. I would just sneak in some other time. I was able to get around security today. Plus, I brought my old student I.D. card, just in case someone stopped me in the hallway. Once I was there I decided to visit my ceramics teacher from my senior year, Mrs. Bertolami. But she wasn't in her classroom. So I had to hide behind a wall for a few minutes (wow I'm such a stalker - I do it too well). A few minutes passed and I heard footsteps from behind the wall, so I slowly and naturally walked out and it was her. I said hello and the whole nine yards. I miss her class. Although, I didn't do much in her class. Being in Piscataway High School, sure brought back a lot of memories - good and bad. The first two years were the bad years. The years in which I had no friends and no fun. The first two years were full of me getting picked on and not doing anything about it. Until the end of my second year, I let people push me around. I got my revenge by fighting a couple of people. Being that this is the web, I will not name them. Even though fighting is not the answer, it sure felt great. But now that I look back on it, I should've tried to talk it out instead. However, I can't turn back time and that's the way shit happened. Anyway, I sort of trailed off here. I continued to talk to "miss b" - as I and many others call her. I'll keep in touch with her. She was my favorite teacher. When the bell rung I went to the hall and I saw Sara and gave her the CD I made for her. Now, here's a long story. Last year, Sara was in my ceramics class. I used to like her, but I never had the courage to say anything. That's not like me at all. Usually, I'm full of initiative. The year dragged along and my best friend was going out with this total bitch that was playing mind games with him. Later on - while he was going out with this bitch, he mentioned to me that he was interested in Sara. I liked her first, but I made the mistake of never saying anything. So I figured I never had a chance anyway. So I told him to go for it. He went for it of course and he's been going out with her ever since. During this time, me and Sara became really good friends and we hung out often. I did like her, but I wasn't going to act upon it because I would never double-cross a best friend. "Things" continued until new year's eve. I dropped by Dave's house on new year's eve during my lunch break and I saw him and Sara. He was kind of giving me an attitude. We were all supposed to chill that night when I got off work. But when I called, he totally blew me off. And now he's telling people that I'm a back-stabbing bitch. I think that's fucked up. Because, first of all, I did like her - but out of respect for him I never pursued her in any way whatsoever. Now that I look back on it, maybe I should've acted on it. After all, I lost the friendship anyway. Plus, I'm a back-stabbing bitch when I didn't even try anything. So fuck him. If he can't trust her with his own best friend, then he doesn't deserve to have her. In relationships, trust is the most important bond. Today marks the beginning of the end of a long friendship. Maybe today wasn't so great.