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Life is so interesting.
I'm supposed to be eagerly scribbling at my homework but I'm too caught up in being lazy.
Some people would rather read Sparknotes than a couple hundred pages of an actual book. But I'm too tired to even read a couple summaries!
Owning a gun would probably make me feel less secure. I would be afraid of myself.
I'm trying not to stress too much over school because, unfortunately for me, stress is another word for pimples. They are called STRESS PIMPLES. And I cannot afford to have any of those right now. With me being already so self-conscious of my body and this huge chunk of flabby tissue looking up at me, always.
My mom's making me take Genius pills. They're supposed to help you concentrate and stay focused and awake throughout the day.
I fell asleep during 6th period.
My room is slowly beginning to clutter again. Great, I want to shoot myself. Again, thank God I don't own a gun.
I haven't touched my camera in weeks. I choose to blame school for that.
I'm lacking inspiration. I'm bored and I want something new. I'm desperate for change.