Guisee, high school sucks.

Seriously, can I just become a stripper?

I lost some of my stomach fat, so liek...I can now officially become a stripper. But a classy one. Classy is always good, Mibba, remember that.

See, the difference between me and like...half the school is the fact that I write journals instead of reasons why Hammurabi tried to make an equal society.

No one fucking cares about Hammurabi and his stupid laws.

And then there's Physics. Oh my gawd, like, shoot my already. I basically have to retype all the crap the lovely Mrs. P gave me. Yipee. And then for Italian I have to copy 25 vocab words, give definitions, translations, and all that fucking good stuff.

And my best friend texted me that she got my crush's number. Boo to the yeah, she's getting more numbers this week than I ever got in a year.

That's fucking sad as hell.

Sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to. When I do, they leave...or I feel annoying...or not good. Cause like...every person I talks to is everyone's person.

I want MY person. Someone I can go to, not everyone else. You get it? I want someone who isn't another persons person.

I'm confusing, whutever.

I'm full of complaints this year it sucks and I hate that.

I honestly don't have anything to be happy about. Besides coming home and drinking tea everyday. OH AND MAH NEW HEAD AND SHOULDERS SHAMPOO.

Gawd, it smells really good. My hair now smells like soap and perfume. It's hard to explain, it's just really good. And tomorrow I have to wake up at 5 to straighten it. Blech.

Has anyone noticed the fact that I switch from one subject to another all the time?

Whoops.

Does anyone want to talk while I finish this stupid Physics homework?