i was reading my childhood diary today, and i've initially realized that i'm always going to hate school because i always have. i literally made at least 15 references (this is from around the ages of 7-12) centered around my indignation for school. i constantly acknowledged school as "prison" and also made various notations about how by the time ( Read more... )

okay, what the hell. i was so so close to a B in english, and i spent an entire LTM day finishing my reading critique, and i've basically been working my ass off to raise that grade, AND SHE DID NOT PUT ANYTHING IN FOR MY CRITIQUE. AND I NOW AM AT A 71. WHAT THE HELL MS. KANU, I EVEN RAN TO YOUR CLASSROOM AFTER SCHOOL. WHY SHOULD I DO ANY WORK? ( Read more... )

hey! i'm going crazy! literally somebody needs to help me so that i don't kill myself ( Read more... )

okay. just to warn you /everyone, the beach has been recently infested by sand fleas. or maybe they've always been there and they just decided to all swarm to me today. i dont really understand how after 7 hours of not even being there, with new clothes on, i'm still finding tiny insects crawling all over my body, all over my arms, they itch, they ( Read more... )

well, my eyes are currently dialated, which causes a headache, which conflicts with the idea that i'm going to get any schoolwork done today. i could also wait two hours, but by that time i will have already found some counterproductive activity in which i am so engaged in that i can't possibly sacrifice the entertainment it brings me for the sake ( Read more... )

i hate that so much of lately has consisted of me telling (lieing to) myself "everything is fine so just don't think about it right now or you might cry and create a really awkward situation for everyone else."

i don't know what has happened to me. someone tell me what i should be excied about.

it scares me that this particular situation occured over a month ago, and when i think about it i still feel pathetic and stupid and horrible. i probably wouldn't feel like that if it wasn't three years of my life that i spent imagining to such an extent that i made myself believe at least a friendship could develop. i actually felt something very ( Read more... )

i'm never taking an ap class again.
in fact i might just not even go to college at all.

oih my god oh my god

dear ms. stout,

you're a really nice lady but,
fuck you.