Flash back

So I'm lying in bed trying to sleep. When all these freaking bad memories keep popping into my head. Like memories of my evil art teacher who was appropriatly named mr Dix. Ok so I don't think he was a bad person just very short tempered, very confusing and very sarcastic, and those sorts of personalitiies just clash way to much with people like me. Me being shy, mousey and the kind of person to just go along with whatever is said. and bad memories of my maths teacher who was just pure evil full stop. A crabbyold man with wrinkly skin, and don't get me started on my old English techer. She hated me from day one because I called her a bitch to my friend holly when we were passing notes andshe happened to take the note off me and read it but in my deffense the only reason I called her a bitch was because she had moved me to sit in between two boys who were mucking around so I would break them up, if that makes sense? Which is totally unfair because a. I hadn't done anything wrong to deserve being moved away from my friends. B. What was a shy pathetic little girl like myself going to do stop the boys from mucking round, I mean I'm hardly an inpeniterable Forirce feild. And C. it just wasn't fucking fair. Excuse my language. Anyway from that day on she treated me like I was some sort of psycho student with behavor problems. Grrrrrr at her. She nearly ruined my love for English.
Anyway gotta go. Apologies for any spelling mistakes. Using my new iPhone to type thing and the keyboard and screen is a bit small, and icant be bothered to go check everything over. Do it when I get my pc back :)
over and out.
I'm cool!