mark, you jerk. i hate you. i really do. actually, no, i love you.

Oh purple crud. I totallllllly hate this! Why should Facebook be blocked? All I wanna do is.... talk to Mark... Phooey on that. He still hates me and he probably always will. And the worst thing is, I don't even know what the ---- I did! (I'm at the library again, and I don't want them to block this site too, due to bad words) I'm terribly hurt. *makes hurt face*
But seriously, all jokings aside, it's a terrible experience. Even almost worse than Roman and C.C! I used to think I was so lucky to be in love with my best friend... (best guy friend anyways!) Honestly, sometimes it even makes me cry. And keeps me up half the night. And makes it so I can't concentrate on anything. Why do people have to fall in love anyway.... Jack has completely and totally ruined my life! I won't forgive him.... wait, I already did. Seriously, if you decapitated all my limbs with a blunt rusty chainsaw, all the while singing Celine Dion songs at the top of your lungs, I would probably forgive you and then invite you over to have milk and cookies with me. I suck! I can't bear a grudge against anyone and I'd rather die than hurt someone myself! I STINKKKKKKKKKK!!!!! Why can't I be more of a strong person? It's not for lack of trying.... Basically all I can do is be rude to people. It's all I can manage. (But, lemme tell ya, babycakes, I do it well!)
Yesterday, actually, ever since Mark-the-meanie dumped me, I've been sooooooooo sarcastic and mean that everyone is quite in awe of me. Especially my own parents, who are so astounded that sweet little Jasmine developed a backbone that all they can do is stand about with their mouths open and occasionally laugh at my pearls of wisdomliciousness. Very good, very good.
I let Kitty think it was because I'm preparing for high school.
BUT IT"S ACTUALLY BECAUSE THE BOY I LOVE HATES ME SO BAD HE CAN'T EVEN LOOK STRAIGHT AT ME FOR MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES!!!!!! > <
Crud, I may be about to cry. I must think about more pertinent and felicitous subjects.
Mom just walked by. I hope she didn't see all that about Mark. I'm pretty sure she and everyone else knows I like him, but it still wouldn't be good for her to see how upset I am about it.
No one will know. I will keep a face of iron and a heart of steel, hiding my suffering under such a beautiful and strong smile that no one will ever guess how broken my heart is underneath my mongo boobs and my Jassy-licious clothes. And, when finally I find Mr. Perfect, he will gently heal my broken and damaged heart as only the Mr. Perfect's of the world know how to do. (Mr. Perfect's are hard to find, but they are worth the looking!)
This screen is driving me crazy! It's so flickery I can't even look at it without going half blind. Probably all the crazy mean librarians are wondering why I'm lkooking arounbd the library while I'm typing. But if they got a problem with it, they should fix the stinkin moniter! Do they want their patrons to be able to see the books they offer or what? It's very bad for business.
I think I'll go check my email. Or rather, all four of my emails.
It would not do to get behind.