and it was perfect, until the telephone starting ringing..
i'm in study hall at this current moment. i dont want to go home after this. i'm not going to do anything when i get there. my whole plan this weekend was to try and hang out with trevor and jed. and like, lloyd and people like that. sammy too. but i have just recently been told that i am not hanging out with any of them, because there's people more important and exciting than i am. i hate that. i hate that they're going to be, where i won't be. that's what i needed this weekend. them. and now i'm sitting home. i'm going to drive myself crazy. i'll probably kill myself. yeah, i think that'll be my plan this weekend.
i think i want home school. i look so disgusting. i dont want anyone else to see what i see. i'm so embarassed of myself. i feel like a nasty. and an obsessive. all these gross things in one. i suck.
i'll wear my badge..
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends i am a visitor here
i am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is
where i am.
..you seem so out of context.
well trevor told me i'm retarded. and i should shut up. and now i want to cry, cause i hate me even more. i hate you. all. i hope you're happy. in you're wonderful lives. with sunshines and fricken daises. i'm jealous. i hope you die.