Deathly schoolmates.

[tragic__hate]

T.J. just texted me. I wish he was straight. If he was, he'd be mine. I love kissing my fag. Drinking my Rockstar and eating my Balance bar, I decided that I don't agree with much of anything anymore. I don't agree that ionic bonds are necessary.. I don't agree that I'm beautiful.. I don't agree with evolution, revolution, culmatic equations, or better yet.. life.

The counseling office just sent a runner to tell me to go see my guidance counselor during Channel One. Great, now I have to say why I feel Mia and Kristin should be expelled, and how I don't think Mel should transfer in. In my mind, I picture Mia carrying a rifle into school and blowing my head off. She would. I'm scared. Wait, scratch scared.. I'm petrified. Maybe I'll start to cry and someone will pat my shoulder and tell me that it's okay.. that it's okay I think too much.. that it's okay that nobody cares about me.. that it's okay I have thick skin and ill-intentions.. that i'ts okay I'm ugly and narcississtic.. that it's okay I'm me.

I have to go to the counseling office in five minutes. Let me be petrified.. and I'll turn to petrified wood and become a fossil. Then people will test me and experiment on me even more. =[