you have now officially violated your parole
wow okay so it's been awhile. How sad. I miss you. I miss me. Yes.
My mother is upset because I got a D+ in Chemistry. But the teacher is stupid. When I was tardy on Friday, she marked me fucking absent. She can't do that, but she did anyway. But whatever.
I am now in Yearbook. This is because I feel I could bring creative insight to the group as well as belonging to something in the school and creating a project of which I can be proud of. Excellent.
So I got my pins from DEAD RABBIT. I CAN NOW FUCKING PIN THE WHOLE WORLD! YES! Not really, but it sounds good. Awesome.
Here is a note I wrote to a boy, Auggie. It goes like this:
Dear Auggie,
I love u.
Let's have sex.
♥,
Stephany.
Do you think he'll like it? I hope so.
I cut my hair again, and some of it I cut really short and I was like, whoops. But oh well. I'm going to be taking some pictures soon so when I do I'll make a cut. Whee.
So I'm reading this book, Prozac Nation, by Elizabeth Wurtzel, and it's fucking eerie because it's my life. We are so much alike in how we think and act. But it's disgusting because all I can think about is how much older than me she is, so all I can think is "This is my future. That's my fucking future." And it all looks so bleak. I really don't know.
Even as well as I do in school, sometimes I feel the need to get away. Especially when things get rough with my parents. I feel like I should steal the car, drive to Kevin's house and live with him, as long as he was okay with it. I love Kevin, he is the shit. Like whoa. We could be high school dropouts together, and smoke a lot of pot and do a lot of drugs and sleep in on the weekdays. Go to lots of concerts. Stay up late.
And as much as I'd love to do that, I know I can't because I'd have no future. But do I really want the future I'm going to get? Because I can't change it. I know I can't. So what is the point... because all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten.
My mother is upset because I got a D+ in Chemistry. But the teacher is stupid. When I was tardy on Friday, she marked me fucking absent. She can't do that, but she did anyway. But whatever.
I am now in Yearbook. This is because I feel I could bring creative insight to the group as well as belonging to something in the school and creating a project of which I can be proud of. Excellent.
So I got my pins from DEAD RABBIT. I CAN NOW FUCKING PIN THE WHOLE WORLD! YES! Not really, but it sounds good. Awesome.
Here is a note I wrote to a boy, Auggie. It goes like this:
Dear Auggie,
I love u.
Let's have sex.
♥,
Stephany.
Do you think he'll like it? I hope so.
I cut my hair again, and some of it I cut really short and I was like, whoops. But oh well. I'm going to be taking some pictures soon so when I do I'll make a cut. Whee.
So I'm reading this book, Prozac Nation, by Elizabeth Wurtzel, and it's fucking eerie because it's my life. We are so much alike in how we think and act. But it's disgusting because all I can think about is how much older than me she is, so all I can think is "This is my future. That's my fucking future." And it all looks so bleak. I really don't know.
Even as well as I do in school, sometimes I feel the need to get away. Especially when things get rough with my parents. I feel like I should steal the car, drive to Kevin's house and live with him, as long as he was okay with it. I love Kevin, he is the shit. Like whoa. We could be high school dropouts together, and smoke a lot of pot and do a lot of drugs and sleep in on the weekdays. Go to lots of concerts. Stay up late.
And as much as I'd love to do that, I know I can't because I'd have no future. But do I really want the future I'm going to get? Because I can't change it. I know I can't. So what is the point... because all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten.