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I'm not any better than what I was yesterday. 1:39 PM. I got up at about, hmm... 1 pm?
Today is the exact same thing as yesterday, although it's October 1st. But that could be wrong too.
I didn't go to ballet again.
I still don't know where Mom put my cellphone recharger.
I still don't know what colors Mom want's for her site.
I still don't have any school work.
I ought to shoot myself just so today can be a significant date.
Although I did wake up happy, and I brought my book downstairs with me which I never do because I planned on ordering a Chicken Cutlet Salad from the pizzaeria down the street and sitting outside in the sun; eating and reading. But that idea was crushed when they told me, "You eat what we have." So I spitefully opened the refrigerator door and drank the coke straight out of the bottle instead of pouring it. I felt like spitting in it. But I restrained myself from doing so. Grief and Agravation. I won't eat anything today. I'm going on strike. It isn't fair.
For the past two weeks they've taken Bill out to Lunch, letting it have been Chinese food or the Pizzaeria matters not, but I'm still hungry while they lavish him in things that he shouldn't be eating.
Bill has got a death wish, and their helping him.
I took my last anti-biotic pill yesterday, now just the way my mind is set I feel vunerable, I feel like everything is an infection.
Today is the exact same thing as yesterday, although it's October 1st. But that could be wrong too.
I didn't go to ballet again.
I still don't know where Mom put my cellphone recharger.
I still don't know what colors Mom want's for her site.
I still don't have any school work.
I ought to shoot myself just so today can be a significant date.
Although I did wake up happy, and I brought my book downstairs with me which I never do because I planned on ordering a Chicken Cutlet Salad from the pizzaeria down the street and sitting outside in the sun; eating and reading. But that idea was crushed when they told me, "You eat what we have." So I spitefully opened the refrigerator door and drank the coke straight out of the bottle instead of pouring it. I felt like spitting in it. But I restrained myself from doing so. Grief and Agravation. I won't eat anything today. I'm going on strike. It isn't fair.
For the past two weeks they've taken Bill out to Lunch, letting it have been Chinese food or the Pizzaeria matters not, but I'm still hungry while they lavish him in things that he shouldn't be eating.
Bill has got a death wish, and their helping him.
I took my last anti-biotic pill yesterday, now just the way my mind is set I feel vunerable, I feel like everything is an infection.