random shit
"I was 5 years old. My best friend's older brother died, he fell from these cliffs."
Well. I can honestly say today was a waste of time. I shouldn't even have gotten out of bed. It would have been good. Not that I need a third day of tears and self-pity. Oh wait... that's exactly what today was. Foolish Mandy. *grits teeth*
I spent the majority of the school day complaining and drawing trees. That's Mr. Welsh's fault though. We talked about some poem and it got me started on trees. And they weren't even nice ones. They were cold, dying ones. I wanted to hug them and say "Cheer up, emo tree." Speaking of mr. welsh, you know what I hate? How you can't have an opinion in that class. He'll ask for it (especially if you don't want him to) and then he basically points out what's wrong with it. It defeats the purpose. When we were talking about Robert Frost's "Nothing gold can stay" today, I wanted to tell him what I thought. But considering any time I say what I think it gets shot down anyways, I didn't even bother. So much for that freedom of speech thing people are talking about. *shakes head bitterly*
*takes random piece of paper and draws more emo trees.*
I really should go find something constructive to do. Like read for english. Or math homework. Or maybe stop being a tard. (cheers, meggo.) Or maybe tell someone what's really bothering me. *laughs bitterly* Hah, that was a good one.
I'm leaving. Ciao.
Well. I can honestly say today was a waste of time. I shouldn't even have gotten out of bed. It would have been good. Not that I need a third day of tears and self-pity. Oh wait... that's exactly what today was. Foolish Mandy. *grits teeth*
I spent the majority of the school day complaining and drawing trees. That's Mr. Welsh's fault though. We talked about some poem and it got me started on trees. And they weren't even nice ones. They were cold, dying ones. I wanted to hug them and say "Cheer up, emo tree." Speaking of mr. welsh, you know what I hate? How you can't have an opinion in that class. He'll ask for it (especially if you don't want him to) and then he basically points out what's wrong with it. It defeats the purpose. When we were talking about Robert Frost's "Nothing gold can stay" today, I wanted to tell him what I thought. But considering any time I say what I think it gets shot down anyways, I didn't even bother. So much for that freedom of speech thing people are talking about. *shakes head bitterly*
*takes random piece of paper and draws more emo trees.*
I really should go find something constructive to do. Like read for english. Or math homework. Or maybe stop being a tard. (cheers, meggo.) Or maybe tell someone what's really bothering me. *laughs bitterly* Hah, that was a good one.
I'm leaving. Ciao.