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Sometimes I hold my breath and wonder if I ever really want to breathe in again. I usually wonder what the world would be like without me. Am I life changing? If I wasn't alive would cancer be cured? World hunger end? Violence in the street all of a sudden stop? Right now, I should be doing my work. Instead I'm writing on this shitty piece of paper (I wrote this on a piece of paper in math class) with my shitty happy birthday pencil the principal gives you to make it seem like they care about you and the day you were born. They probably wonder what the world would be without you too. They think you're just another teenager that will eventually go off into some worth shit job at the local convience store. Well, am I? What will I do when I graduate? Teachers keep telling us to think about our futures now. What if I don't want to? What if I plan on not having a future? What if I go home and die? What a great future. My pencil is broke, so I shoved the lead back in there. I fixed it! Emily the pencil fixer. A new talent for me. I am by far the best the best pencil fixer this side of the math room. Shit, I am not. I lied. My pencil broke, and this time I couldn't fix it. So since I didn't want the teacher to find out I was doing abso-fucking-lutely, I pretended I was writing with a broken pencil. The classmate that sits by me just stared. Oh well. I need some calming music right now. Maybe some Jack Johnson or AFI. They both have bee-yoo-tee-full voices. I wish I was in a good band. Or a band groupie. Sleep with the singer on Thursdays, and the guitar player on Wednesday mornings at 10:46/ I could go to every concert & steal their money when my drug dealer raises his prices.. Pfft, like I'll ever become a groupie. Maybe I'll work at Sonic. They get to skate around. Then again they look gay. Eventually I'll get done with this note, or whatever this is. I'll post it on livejournal, or xanga, or on my wall. Where people will read the first sentence and stop reading. That's pretty much what I do. I don't care about other people's lives. So why should they care about mine? Theirs is more then likely more interesting anyhow. I don't think I can really agree anymore with the fact that teenage dating is gay. I really like this one kid. And to tell you the truth, I'd accept if he asked me out in a heart beat. I'm going to read this story for literature now.
Bye.
I lied. I'm not going to do it. The guy died. The end. I wonder what he thought about before he died. What was he smoking when he decided to go on an adventure in the freezing cold? It had to have been really good or really bad shit. How Bryan of him. Heh, you had to be there I suppose. I have alot of hair. Too much for my own good. I think I might get my hair cut soon. Not all of it, just layered. So I can get rid of some of it. My shoe is off and I don't think anyone has noticed yet. Fun. The skys green, the grass is blue, and thriller is on the radio right now. Crazy shit is happening. Now I'm in Social Studies being bored. Si, [insert upside down question mark] Que tal? Loooongggitttuuudee && laaaaaaaaatituudeee. My eyes are water...ing. I'm -0.97. If my mom refuses to give me lunch money I might go anorexic. Mr. Mason is making us write about boredom. For the definition I may put social studies. School is almost over, I suppose I'll end this now.
Bye
Bye.
I lied. I'm not going to do it. The guy died. The end. I wonder what he thought about before he died. What was he smoking when he decided to go on an adventure in the freezing cold? It had to have been really good or really bad shit. How Bryan of him. Heh, you had to be there I suppose. I have alot of hair. Too much for my own good. I think I might get my hair cut soon. Not all of it, just layered. So I can get rid of some of it. My shoe is off and I don't think anyone has noticed yet. Fun. The skys green, the grass is blue, and thriller is on the radio right now. Crazy shit is happening. Now I'm in Social Studies being bored. Si, [insert upside down question mark] Que tal? Loooongggitttuuudee && laaaaaaaaatituudeee. My eyes are water...ing. I'm -0.97. If my mom refuses to give me lunch money I might go anorexic. Mr. Mason is making us write about boredom. For the definition I may put social studies. School is almost over, I suppose I'll end this now.
Bye