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Today in fifth period, I decided to vent out all my feelings by writing them all down. I ended up writing thoughout the whole class. I got about a page and a half done. I bet I could of written much, much, more but I was starting to get all caught in the moment. I started to get madder and madder as I kept writing. Exams are coming up, I should be in hyper study mode, but I'm not. Well, I kinda am, but not really. I have so many other thoughts about other things besides school, that it's starting to get ridiculous. Some many things are fucked up right now. Oh look, I just swore, there's one new year's resolution down the drain, that's okay, I've been swearing all week; that's the only non-violent way for me to let all my emotions rage out. I don't know any more. I have no one to turn to now, the one person that I thought would always be there, has turned to someone else. What an idiot, she's just setting herself up for dissappointment, guys are assholes and love is a bitch, doesn't she notice that? FUCK! I'm done writing.