suicidal post.
i am totally dead. if i'm not right now, you can kill me.
or, i'll do it myself. i freaking swear.
because of fucking biology class and fucking mr. wylam;
i'm failing that class. why the hell did i take it?
oh yeah, because i passed for it. damn.
he's a fucktard and once i'm dead, i'll haunt him.
seriously. i hate him that much.
i actually like science, but just chemicals and all that. i hate biology.
okay so, idk how we all are. hope we get better.
my grades = MAJOR FAIL. okay, really. kill me now. or i'll force you.
i'm going to fail freshman year. ugh, so before i start sobbing my brains and organs out,
just go and take that spoon and stab me. do it until i bleeed to death.
red glasses guy is nice. hahaha, i know he isn't pretty like how i usually go,
but i mean, i just like good personalitied people. and glasses.
and, kent touches me way too much. and sometimes it would hurt.
you don't even know. ): we both failed the biology lab practicals today.