Pssh.
School is for the weak.
Or for people who aren't suspended, I guess.

Today it mostly rained. Alot. It was nice. I watched Domino all afternoon. I find it funny how the movie was based on the true story of a lesbian bounty hunter...and the only thing they left out was the fact that she was a lesbian. Quite ironic. Wonderful movie though.
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Every line that I write is about who I don’t want to write about anymore.
I dwell on such overused phrases and feelings and I need to stop, I need to stop this, I need to turn off the repeat button in my head, turn the replays to static, make the feelings go away.
It's so classic. It's so typical. I'm so sorry. I miss you.

Some vodka at break landed me in the vice principal's office with my mother on the phone, a three day suspension slip in my hands, and a police officer right beside me. I'll have counseling for a little while, miss a couple days of school, "learn a lesson" and then everything will be better. My mother will stop crying. I will stop disapointing ( Read more... )

I want to go back to the days of holding hands, sweet smiles, and soft kisses and I wish I could take along someone who knows just what I'm talking of ( Read more... )