Extra Class

I have just come back from an extra class given by Mrs F. She is in a pityful condition and I have to admit that I feel sorry for her. I thought that she had a heart attack but it turns out that a disc in her spine had slipped. I am not entirely sure whether or not the former is worse than the latter. I wore long pants and a pink shirt and I hate to say that it wasnot fashionable at all. I see others in clothes that reaaly bring out the best in them and with their hair et down to caress their face. But I do not own clothes like those neither do I have the guts to suddenly let my hair loose and look pretty. I feel helpless and sad at the thought of it all. He hardly noticed me. I can barely tell if he does. He is as unpredictable as life itself. I am still confused as to whether I truly like him or not. He is only partly what I want in a man. He is kinder than most of the people I know. He has almost all the good values in the world and that matters to me more than what he looks like. However, he is also ungentlemanly in some aspects and loves to gossip which is not a trait a man should possess. Anyway, back to the extra class, Mrs F asked the class for a favour to drop her off at the nearby petrol station. Nobody even volunteered so I did. But in the end someone else said that they could send her back to her house instead. I pitied her because almost everybody left without botherin about her transport home except the few of us including me and HIM. That's why I said he is kind. But nevertheless, I know that he is not attracted to me in the least bit. Afterall, who is attracted to someone like me? A girl who does not have the outward appearance to match the otherwise 'nice person' attitude. Most people say that I am nice. But am I still nice even after this blog? I am a hypocrite for not letting other people know what I really think about them and instead pouring it all into this blog. I am horrible and am the least dateable person in my entire class. I am what I am. And thats all there is to it.