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I started off complaining about almost everything. And when I read it, I felt like a loser spoiled brat so I hit ControlA and deleted my whole page of pity.
I complain, complain, complain, but I don't do anything to help myself.
I don't really have any inner motivation. Nothing is going the way it's supposed to and I know it's entirely my fault. What's sad is, I really don't care.
I don't care if I'm failing three classes.
I don't care if I don't pray anymore.
I don't care if I don't get to see my friends.
I don't care if I let my parents down.
WHAT THE FRICK IS WRONG WITH ME.!?! It's like I have no conscious. I'm going to wait out the semester with all my guilt and wait for my parents to scream at me and take away almost everything. Second semester should be better. I think I'm really learning my lesson. If I want to graduate high school, I have to show up to class and do some work once in a while. Wow...took me long enough.
I complain, complain, complain, but I don't do anything to help myself.
I don't really have any inner motivation. Nothing is going the way it's supposed to and I know it's entirely my fault. What's sad is, I really don't care.
I don't care if I'm failing three classes.
I don't care if I don't pray anymore.
I don't care if I don't get to see my friends.
I don't care if I let my parents down.
WHAT THE FRICK IS WRONG WITH ME.!?! It's like I have no conscious. I'm going to wait out the semester with all my guilt and wait for my parents to scream at me and take away almost everything. Second semester should be better. I think I'm really learning my lesson. If I want to graduate high school, I have to show up to class and do some work once in a while. Wow...took me long enough.