THIS IS NOT A SUICIDE NOTE.

So today someone started a rumor about me. Apparently I smoke A LOT. If you were to ask anyone that remotely knows me, you would get the seemingly obvious answer: Of course not. This led me to believe that possibly my nemesis from last year had started it. Obviously I was less than thrilled at the notion. I really don't want anything new to happen... I pretty much thought it was done with. BUT I am clearly wrong. ANYWAY. Being the type of person I am, I tried to vent a little through writing. I wrote a short paragraph about how I was upset. I put it in my bag (or so I thought) and headed to my next class. I ended the note with 'I JUST WANT THIS ALL TO BE OVER.' I meant the situation. The teacher who found it thought I meant my life. What a lovely misunderstanding. I got called down to the councilor's at the end of 3rd block. She greeted me with "Do you know why you're here?" ummmm..... I cried a bit and must have said 'I'm not going to kill myself' about 50 different times before she agreed to not call my parents. She sent me to Chemistry with a warning. Somehow I feel that if I had been suicidal, a warning and threat to call my parents would have made me more suicidal. I personally would have preferred a juice box and a hug, but really, who am I to judge?