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I'm nothing.
Yesterday was a mixture of Heaven and Hell. Some bad shit happened in Art class in the morning, I had a bit of a tiff with Robert before recess, then period 4 I talked to Ms Bratich. That was fun. At one o'clock Marlo and I went to this meeting about a school play... I don't know if I'm going to be actually going for that or not... I'd like to do well at school, I can't commit too much time to something like that. I dunno. After school Robert came over, we had our first fight in two weeks (that's good, by the way: too weeks is a long time for us). I got mad at him because he refuses to bring condoms to my house, when he knows full well that he'll most probably be fucking me (sorry for putting it so crudely... Hey wait, it's my journal, I can write what the hell I want!). He doesn't like to wear the little rubber things because it "doesn't feel as good". I asked him, did he think I'd feel very good when I'd have to have an abortion? Shit, man. And there was a pregnancy scare. For the last couple of weeks I've been sick in the mornings... Got more and more scared, but then I got one of those home pregnancy tests and phew! Negative, thank God. Anyways, we got into a fist fight. I've got a fair few bruises on my arms and legs and my tummy. Anyways, of course we made up and all that... Yeah... I kinda lost track of what I was saying. I'm getting screamed at and I'm trying not to cry. Well, see ya later.
Yesterday was a mixture of Heaven and Hell. Some bad shit happened in Art class in the morning, I had a bit of a tiff with Robert before recess, then period 4 I talked to Ms Bratich. That was fun. At one o'clock Marlo and I went to this meeting about a school play... I don't know if I'm going to be actually going for that or not... I'd like to do well at school, I can't commit too much time to something like that. I dunno. After school Robert came over, we had our first fight in two weeks (that's good, by the way: too weeks is a long time for us). I got mad at him because he refuses to bring condoms to my house, when he knows full well that he'll most probably be fucking me (sorry for putting it so crudely... Hey wait, it's my journal, I can write what the hell I want!). He doesn't like to wear the little rubber things because it "doesn't feel as good". I asked him, did he think I'd feel very good when I'd have to have an abortion? Shit, man. And there was a pregnancy scare. For the last couple of weeks I've been sick in the mornings... Got more and more scared, but then I got one of those home pregnancy tests and phew! Negative, thank God. Anyways, we got into a fist fight. I've got a fair few bruises on my arms and legs and my tummy. Anyways, of course we made up and all that... Yeah... I kinda lost track of what I was saying. I'm getting screamed at and I'm trying not to cry. Well, see ya later.