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Summers over, and school is in. Quebec is going to be something I'll be pulling tiny bits of life from for the rest of my life. I don't want to dwell on it. In fact, I'd love to lay it to rest forever. Mr. Howard wants me to sit down with Kaity and talk about it, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction of cornering me in order to justify Kaity in his mind. I will however write an angrey letter to the head of Ontario. And thats that.
I hate school already. I hate the people in the school. I hate this town. I hate my job. I'm looking for another one, since I need to pay for my trip to France and Italy, which in its own holds so much potential that makes the suffering all worth it.
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I was so excited to come back home and see all my friends and have my new focused life, everything was going to be perfect, just like it was, but better. Hope can be so misleading. And now I've got myself together, and have only myself. Seems somehow every one I love somehow got filtered out. Home really is no where.
I hate school already. I hate the people in the school. I hate this town. I hate my job. I'm looking for another one, since I need to pay for my trip to France and Italy, which in its own holds so much potential that makes the suffering all worth it.
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I was so excited to come back home and see all my friends and have my new focused life, everything was going to be perfect, just like it was, but better. Hope can be so misleading. And now I've got myself together, and have only myself. Seems somehow every one I love somehow got filtered out. Home really is no where.