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I lied. Shauni's not coming home. But she will visit me, of this I am sure.
School is sucking, as usual, but actually more then usual.
Mr. Frasier's classes aren't challenging me, he hates that i correct him so he gave me a 50 on our last quiz and told me i confused the x's and y's on every problem, which is true but every other time i do it, he just tells me to be careful, but doesnt mark off becuase he knows that im dylesic. FAG
I somehow have an 82 in American History, which I have Mr. Marshall for, and last year when I had him, I had nothing above an 73 the whole year, so I'm pretty proud of myself.
LMS is death because so many kids fail it. kind of like I am. Which isn't a self esteem booster. I mean I'm failing atr Life Magnement Skills, come on. Lame
Psychology is going amazing, I currently have like a 104 in there but I just sit and read through the whole class and since im a quilty little kid I gave mysefl I 1 out of 5 on the particpant scale, yes 1 is the lowest.
Threatre, I'm not sure what my grade is in there, I think it's a B, nad im proud of that becuase we all know who amazing my public speaking skills are. We had to do a monolouge and I got up in front of the whole to do it, and I barely even stuttered. Go me. Im so amazing.
Areobics, I am cluelss as to what my grade is in there becuase I started it late and dont do the reading because I have yet to get the stupid book. Hello, you cant ask me to read a book chaoter by chapter with the class. We all have to "keep hte same pace" which is impoosible for me becuase no one else finishes the book in one class period. It's like 86 pages kids, come on.
And that my friends is school, Life outside of school is getting ridiculous and I dont even want to waste my time going into the issues and problems there. I'm not even going to tell you all the wonderful things that ahve happened, because most spawned from tradegy.
ps. i love i'm a fake my the used
small smiple safe price, rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets, this is not a small cut that scabs and dries, flakes and heals. and I'm not afaird to die. Im not afirad to bleed and fuck and fight. I want the pain of payment, whats left but a section of small pigmy sized cuts, much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cutt, Would you be my thousnad fucks. Any make mark leaving spaces for the giult to be liqiud, to fill and spill over and under my thoughts.my sad sorry selfish cry to the cutter, I'm cutting trying to picture you're black broken heart. love is more powerful then anything. especailly a fucking knife!