Honest to God.

Honest To God.. .

let me say it one more time, with feeling "Honest to God".
where can I start, first, I can rant of my lack of sleep. Fuck lack, there's NO sleep. I'm living off Red Bull and possibly upsetting my mother by not eating. I don't even want to eat. I'm taking up a permanent residence on mibba. Like, i'll stay in my room with the laptop forever chatting to people I've never met.
Reality can suck my cock.
And so can most of the people in it.
maybe i need this to be longer, it always has to be longer.
School.
oh, goddy god god god. WHY?
School, no-one knows how nervous i am. re-entering a building filled to the brim with Bullys and Ignorant Teachers and Bored Counselors and, worst of all, Girls in PE.
I'd like to know what there problem is.
There's just the fact that If I ask, I'll end up in the mud puddle by the soccer posts.
honestly, it's happened about a gazillion times before.
I could go on, but i'm wasting precious coffee-making time.
Ciao.