I'm glad that it's a new week because last week might have been one of the most emo weeks I've had in my entire life.
I hate the way I am. I hate my habits.
People think that I'm being stupid and rebellious.
I made one mistake with good intentions and now I'm fucked for it.
... That's my life. I wish that I could just fix things so that I don't appear like a complete idiot. I can't even explain things properly because A) I can't and B) I'm not allowed to. ARGH. Bawling in the corner of the girls bathroom seems to be a regular thing now. How Bright Eyes of me, huh?
Whatever. My mother told me to, basically, suck it up and move on. I told myself that I was going to move on, but it's so hard, especially when... I don't know. I don't know.
Time to move on.
The administration thinks that we're all on crack, or something.
... Yes, because I love smoking crack. Oh yeah, and my skin looks soooo great from all the meth. Jenkem is pretty great as well.
HONESTLY. Has anyone figured out what is wrong with our grade? I don't even know. We're like... it's like we have special needs now. Or someone decided that we were hogging all the smarts and so they took them away. I don't know. It's not everyone, but it's a majority.
