Sick and tired of being sick and tired
BLAH. School blows. My grades are slipping, and that's not good. Especially not good for me. GRR. I suck at Algebra II. Maybe if we got more than 1 grade a week, I'd be okay. Science is... KILLING me. I got 2 C's on my test, and didn't even do the take home lab we were supposed to do. I'm slacking, and I just don't care right now. Last night was OK at first. Trying to get Derek not to be too mad at Dannielle, but when she fucks up, that's her own fault. Which, by the way, I'm just tired of getting blown off... constantly. That's BULLSHIT. I'm always there for her when she bitches about Shawn, but if they're getting along, I don't stand a chance. That's just fucked up. I'm not playing that shit anymore. grr. I love how Shawn can be super sweet to my face, hug me, buy me pop... what the hell ever, and then say "Come on Dannielle, come home with me tonight"... so, yeah, leave. FUCK that.
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