pound my knuckles hard against the floor, my head against the wall

During sixth period, I get sort of hyper or something. Or really bored. I don't know what happens. But there's a girl in there, Windy Witter. Throughout the whole year, or most of it so far, I have been a jerk to her. I have told her she smelled like mothballs, I've called her crazy, interrupted her talking quite a bit and at some point told her about my party and didn't invite her or something. But now feel pretty bad about it. So, Windy, I dedicate this to you, in apology. I really should be nicer to you, but honestly, I probably won't. It's too much fun. But know that I don't mean it. Really, like, none of it is meant seriously. Even if you'll probably never read this.