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Oh yea, today was lame, and yesterday, too. But whatever. Yesterday I sat in P.E. with Lynne, as we discussed this gay kid that kinda reminded me of Robert. Oh that reminds me, he sent me a letter. He's pretty cool, I guess, so I'll write him back. And...Hmm...Well, I got pissed off yesterday really bad, because I've only been here for what, a month and a half? And my mom's already finding me a new counselor. Woo-hoo, I get to discuss my fucking feelings. Something tells me she'll regret getting this counselor, I know it will back-fire. Shit like this always does. I'm already tired of this school, even though I've hatedit from the beginning, but at least I talk to a few of the kids here. I tried to convince this emo kid, Chris, to let me pierce his ears on the bus but nooooo, the fucking needles had to be sterile. He says, "I don't like pain." I'm like you little bitch! Fuckin' pussy. That describes just about every kid at our school. There's one, count em, ONE kid with a mohawk, and it's not even cut right.
I'm so tired every day, and I try to avoid it, but I wound up sleeping in World History, and he's one of those fuckers that likes to ask questions to the kids that were sleeping. Of course, I was the only one asleep, so he chooses to ask me what I think about Theology as a government. I'm like, "umm it's bad?" Yea. But I guess things are actually worse than they appear, I'm just choosing to avoid talking about the big things that are actually going on, in hopes that maybe I can somehow forget about them. Even though that's never going to happen. But I'm fuckin' hungry as hell.
I'm so tired every day, and I try to avoid it, but I wound up sleeping in World History, and he's one of those fuckers that likes to ask questions to the kids that were sleeping. Of course, I was the only one asleep, so he chooses to ask me what I think about Theology as a government. I'm like, "umm it's bad?" Yea. But I guess things are actually worse than they appear, I'm just choosing to avoid talking about the big things that are actually going on, in hopes that maybe I can somehow forget about them. Even though that's never going to happen. But I'm fuckin' hungry as hell.