Novemeber 30th,2010: Hi.
I'm utterly without a doubt sick. In both ways.
My stomach hurts, i feel like I have a fever, I cannot stop coughing. I stayed home from school.
In other words. I'm exhausted.
(this is gonna be a dword (it's stands for depressing day, I just say that, instead of depressing day. So it won't alarm the 'dults.) writing day)
Why? you may ask. Maybe it's from traveling 14 hours in a car just two days ago.
But you and I know that's not the true answer to this equation.
It's my thoughts. They keep me running. I swear to gawd, it feels like a permanent rain cloud over my head. Raining down negative thoughts that can't disappear. They just evaporate and then condense even more and rain on my parade harder.
Yup. I just used science to describe how I feel. That's how much of a nerd I am. -pushes up glasses to bridge of nose and snorts like a pig-
Let me tell you something. No. Come closer. just a litttle bit closer. -whispers in ear-
I hate it.
I hate it all. I hate how when I'm at school, and there's the popular crowd. Then there's the normal crowd and there's the geek crowd. There's the ghetto crowd. (I'm not being stereotypical. That's how stupid and utterly cliche my school is.)
...And there's me.
Middle school is as superficial as hell. There's these 'relationships' that never go anywhere. They're just something to take up people's time. It's annoying. Then there's the teachers, who I swear to god are out to get you.
If there's anything to count on in this small world of Gotha Middle. Is this: The teachers will forget your name, lose your papers, ruin your grade and then they say that they have your best interests at heart.
I'm utterly without a doubt sick. In both ways.
My stomach hurts, i feel like I have a fever, I cannot stop coughing. I stayed home from school.
In other words. I'm exhausted.
(this is gonna be a dword (it's stands for depressing day, I just say that, instead of depressing day. So it won't alarm the 'dults.) writing day)
Why? you may ask. Maybe it's from traveling 14 hours in a car just two days ago.
But you and I know that's not the true answer to this equation.
It's my thoughts. They keep me running. I swear to gawd, it feels like a permanent rain cloud over my head. Raining down negative thoughts that can't disappear. They just evaporate and then condense even more and rain on my parade harder.
Yup. I just used science to describe how I feel. That's how much of a nerd I am. -pushes up glasses to bridge of nose and snorts like a pig-
Let me tell you something. No. Come closer. just a litttle bit closer. -whispers in ear-
I hate it.
I hate it all. I hate how when I'm at school, and there's the popular crowd. Then there's the normal crowd and there's the geek crowd. There's the ghetto crowd. (I'm not being stereotypical. That's how stupid and utterly cliche my school is.)
...And there's me.
Middle school is as superficial as hell. There's these 'relationships' that never go anywhere. They're just something to take up people's time. It's annoying. Then there's the teachers, who I swear to god are out to get you.
If there's anything to count on in this small world of Gotha Middle. Is this: The teachers will forget your name, lose your papers, ruin your grade and then they say that they have your best interests at heart.
