Car Ride?
Hey look, I’m stuck inside of a car as I am typing this. How exciting is that? My dad decided to go into Costco to go develop some pictures and as far as I’m concern, I’m perfectly fine sitting here in this car waiting for him to come back. Let’s see…what to say now? Well, Finals week is starting. Jesus Christ. I am not ready for it in any way, shape or form. I want to cry…My schedule is, for lack of a better word, shit. What can of idiot would schedule a student to have Calculus, Government AND Physic on the same day. Two of them are AP classes by the way if anyone is wondering.
Aside from school however, I’ve been hanging around this café called “Bittersweet” a lot afterschool and during lunch. It’s a Vietnamese thing, I think. I love cafes. I think they’re the most wonderful environment of my life. Julie and Omar go there a lot with me. Kelly went there once…I don’t know. It’s just really awkward talking to her now. It’s not that we’re fighting or anything, but I think we’re both at that point in our lives where we’re just probably admitting to ourselves that we’re never going to have the same relationship with each other ever again. I’m sad. I’ll admit that before anyone. I never like friends leaving…but they usually do on their own before I really say anything. But I always try to be a badass just so I can have the last say. I’m a horrible human being. I’ve read some of my old journal entries on both real journals and online ones, and I’ve actually been ashamed of how I acted and how I treated other people. Will I react the same way a few years from now, reading this? This year is so meaningless. Last year, I have such a passion for everything, and I wanted to get everything right. I had an inspiration! But this year, it’s pretty much just, “Rip it off like a Band-Aid, quick and painless!”
How is it that a person can change so much in the course of a year? My English teacher forced us to write a journal on that today. I hate English journals. Because they usually make me think too much about stuff that I really do not want to talk to my English teacher about. Not to mention McCallon have an uncanny thing about picking really personal subjects to talk about. Hahahaha. It was basically talking about how we’re going to look back on ourselves at the end of highschool and pretty much be ashamed of ourselves and our actions now. Wow, good job. Way to make a kid feel better about themselves.
Do you know what the sad part is?
I agree with him completely.
Haha. I’m such a pathetic person. It still hurt, no matter how much I joke around with people about it. It hurt when it happened. And it still hurt now too. In 7 days, maybe I’ll be able to accept the truth and maybe then it’ll stop hurting,
Aside from school however, I’ve been hanging around this café called “Bittersweet” a lot afterschool and during lunch. It’s a Vietnamese thing, I think. I love cafes. I think they’re the most wonderful environment of my life. Julie and Omar go there a lot with me. Kelly went there once…I don’t know. It’s just really awkward talking to her now. It’s not that we’re fighting or anything, but I think we’re both at that point in our lives where we’re just probably admitting to ourselves that we’re never going to have the same relationship with each other ever again. I’m sad. I’ll admit that before anyone. I never like friends leaving…but they usually do on their own before I really say anything. But I always try to be a badass just so I can have the last say. I’m a horrible human being. I’ve read some of my old journal entries on both real journals and online ones, and I’ve actually been ashamed of how I acted and how I treated other people. Will I react the same way a few years from now, reading this? This year is so meaningless. Last year, I have such a passion for everything, and I wanted to get everything right. I had an inspiration! But this year, it’s pretty much just, “Rip it off like a Band-Aid, quick and painless!”
How is it that a person can change so much in the course of a year? My English teacher forced us to write a journal on that today. I hate English journals. Because they usually make me think too much about stuff that I really do not want to talk to my English teacher about. Not to mention McCallon have an uncanny thing about picking really personal subjects to talk about. Hahahaha. It was basically talking about how we’re going to look back on ourselves at the end of highschool and pretty much be ashamed of ourselves and our actions now. Wow, good job. Way to make a kid feel better about themselves.
Do you know what the sad part is?
I agree with him completely.
Haha. I’m such a pathetic person. It still hurt, no matter how much I joke around with people about it. It hurt when it happened. And it still hurt now too. In 7 days, maybe I’ll be able to accept the truth and maybe then it’ll stop hurting,