More from the secret life of the problematic fourteen-year old. *smirks*- ten minutes later -GREAT NEWS. *smiles like those freaky stewardesses who force themselves to look happy*I just found out my mother was rushed to the hospital last night. Apparently I was the last person in my family to find out what had happened to her.EVEN BETTER NEWS.She's going on a trip with my siblings on Sunday....

I miss writing in these journals. I've kept too much emotions inside of me and I just have to let it out to you people of mibba - people who will never be able to see me unless some weird thing happens and fate happens to make us meet up somehow.My emotions, flowing from the inside of me, and out through my fingertips. Finally making it's way into journal entry box in mibba. That feeling of relief...

As most of you know I recently passed out during school hours. It was so humiliating.Well, according to my friends who saw me "faint", my other b*tchy classmates thought I was possessed. WTF. Possessed? I know what had happened to me was probably terrifying for them. But I was their classmate. And that really hurt `cause I found out I was forty-nine degrees and not possessed when the nurse took me...

While I was thinking about what I`d write about in this journal. I got really pissed `cause my desk lamp suddenly turned off. I seriously thought I broke it. so i was like 'damn. at least it was worthwhile.' I seriously thought I overused it. Apparently, it wasn`t plugged. STUPID !Anyways, as some of you remember, my first journal was about how much of a hellhole school is. Now, in my second...

So. This is my first journal. And, i have absolutely nothing to write about.So imma just keep writing about things that have been going on around me.Uugh. Me and my classmates only have two more months of boring lectures until we graduate, but we have to listen to those irritating flies called teachers for another one month. So that's three months of staying at that penal institution.I`d rather...