School sucks.
Dear Journal,
Today was the worst day ever. When I woke up this morning I didn't even want to go to school. Not like I usually do but this morning was amazingly not wanting to go. My mom forced me though. She said that school is too important to skip, but what the fuck does she know. She doesn't understand me, and today I found out that nobody does. So I went to school almost crying, I didn't even have time to style my hair. My best friends (I LOVE YOU GUYS UR MY EVERYTHING) kept telling me my hair looked awesome, what are they thinking? It's all messy and sticking out in all the wrong places! It reminds me of that kids hair in the movie Eternal Love is Remarkably True Existance, you know, that gay kid Jeremy. HERES WHEN THINGS GOT REALLY BAD. I went to the wrong class! I hate this school it's so confusing. I accidently went to Theories of Violence instead of Photography! MY SCHEDULE IS SO FUCKED UP I HATE GUIDANCE. When I went into the wrong class all these skanky freshmen were stairing at me and I got scared that they thought I was fat so I ran away. I have to run to all my classes. It's so terrible. I'm still late though. Mr. Bigsby says if I'm late for his class one more time he's going to keep me after. Oh journal, nobody understands. It's hard to carry around all these books and this empty messanger bag all the time. I never even have a chance to go to my locker! There is this girl who I think is really cute. I bet she has beautiful eyes, I've never seen them because her hair blocks her eyes but I would imagine they are like the stars at night when laying down on the baseball field with all your best friends and then it starts to rain and you smear your makeup (oh how I miss you sweet summer). But she doesn't even know I exist. I mean I walk past her like every day. Sure I've never talked to her or even made eyecontact, but that shouldnt matter. She should be able to understand how I feel from my body language. I hate that. It's so pedestrian. School just plain out sucks. The bathrooms are never open so I never am able to puke up my lunch or breakfast. It's retarded, it's like they want us to be fat. God I don't even know why I eat nowadays. Today my math teacher called on me and asked me to answer a question like he expected me to know the answer?. I'm still pissed off. I didn't even raise my hand. Weymouth needs better teachers. I'm thinking of dropping out. I can't handle being around this atmosphere. It's just too much. I'm thinking of persuing an art career. Have you seen how much paintings sell for at auctions? Artists make tons of money. School is so pointless. All these kids make fun of me because I dress in girls clothes. I don't understand their problem. ITS CALLED SELF EXPRESSION. I AM MAKING A STATEMENT. One day when I'm a famous musician, poet, artist, and novelist all you guys will see. I'm original and you aren't. THATS THE DIFFERENCE.
Thank you for listening Journal, my only friend.
LostxAndxDreaming
Today was the worst day ever. When I woke up this morning I didn't even want to go to school. Not like I usually do but this morning was amazingly not wanting to go. My mom forced me though. She said that school is too important to skip, but what the fuck does she know. She doesn't understand me, and today I found out that nobody does. So I went to school almost crying, I didn't even have time to style my hair. My best friends (I LOVE YOU GUYS UR MY EVERYTHING) kept telling me my hair looked awesome, what are they thinking? It's all messy and sticking out in all the wrong places! It reminds me of that kids hair in the movie Eternal Love is Remarkably True Existance, you know, that gay kid Jeremy. HERES WHEN THINGS GOT REALLY BAD. I went to the wrong class! I hate this school it's so confusing. I accidently went to Theories of Violence instead of Photography! MY SCHEDULE IS SO FUCKED UP I HATE GUIDANCE. When I went into the wrong class all these skanky freshmen were stairing at me and I got scared that they thought I was fat so I ran away. I have to run to all my classes. It's so terrible. I'm still late though. Mr. Bigsby says if I'm late for his class one more time he's going to keep me after. Oh journal, nobody understands. It's hard to carry around all these books and this empty messanger bag all the time. I never even have a chance to go to my locker! There is this girl who I think is really cute. I bet she has beautiful eyes, I've never seen them because her hair blocks her eyes but I would imagine they are like the stars at night when laying down on the baseball field with all your best friends and then it starts to rain and you smear your makeup (oh how I miss you sweet summer). But she doesn't even know I exist. I mean I walk past her like every day. Sure I've never talked to her or even made eyecontact, but that shouldnt matter. She should be able to understand how I feel from my body language. I hate that. It's so pedestrian. School just plain out sucks. The bathrooms are never open so I never am able to puke up my lunch or breakfast. It's retarded, it's like they want us to be fat. God I don't even know why I eat nowadays. Today my math teacher called on me and asked me to answer a question like he expected me to know the answer?. I'm still pissed off. I didn't even raise my hand. Weymouth needs better teachers. I'm thinking of dropping out. I can't handle being around this atmosphere. It's just too much. I'm thinking of persuing an art career. Have you seen how much paintings sell for at auctions? Artists make tons of money. School is so pointless. All these kids make fun of me because I dress in girls clothes. I don't understand their problem. ITS CALLED SELF EXPRESSION. I AM MAKING A STATEMENT. One day when I'm a famous musician, poet, artist, and novelist all you guys will see. I'm original and you aren't. THATS THE DIFFERENCE.
Thank you for listening Journal, my only friend.
LostxAndxDreaming