High School Is Horrible...For the Most Part

Hm, well lets see every week school seems to get shittier and shittier. My science teacher jinxed me and I had the most awkward conversation with my mom in a car alone! Yeah not fun! So continuing, I have blisters and a huge ass cut on my feet, I have to limp and I was made fun of cause I can't really swim and I have a pool. I know I fail at life and yeah I have officially had about twenty people say I fail at life and five people that said I'm a fucking' retard that should go die. Yup life's a bitch. So anyways, on Friday I left my book at school! I was literally crying when I discovered that, no joke. Another thing yesterday we had 'club day' at our school and that's where all the clubs are in the quad area and get people to join. Where am I going with this? Well I joined like six clubs! Here's my awesome(note the sarcasm) list! Anime club, Asian Unity(Yay Asians!), GSA(Gay straight Alliance), creative writing club(my mom technically bribed me),French club, and I'm gonna join another club but I forgot the name..oh well. I don't know why but I feel like I joined another club. Oh well if I forget I forget. Hm, another thing, okay so on Tuesday I think or was it Wednesday, anyways we had that stupid back to school night right. So I had to go cause I don't know what room number my classes are at I just know where its located cause I feel this aura of dread(except for Mr.McCabe) so yeah. Any-who after we left stupid algebra 1(I was to lazy to pick anything else and I regret it now) I got hyper cause the sugar finally kicked in so like anyone on a sugar high I was running around everywhere. and I hear my dad say, "Is it to late to go get her drug tested?" in a serious tone. Seriously that's fucked up. Well a lot of things my dad say to and about me are fucked up, but he said this in public at school where there could be police around!

New subject lets go a little away from high school's bullshit. Okay I'm dead serious...I might have Schizophrenia and depressive schizo-affective. Okay for people who read this and think they know me, you're wrong, well maybe except Valerie, Val I've been quite honest with you lately. If you get to know my facade too well you might see the tiny flaws I made while me and my friend created it. I call my facade it for reasons. Oh yeah and I have split personalities. You know I know that there are some people out there who are thinking 'why is this whiny bitch being so personal with us?' well truth be told I trust you all and this is my way of letting all my stupid emotions out. You see I have three personalities I guess and I gave them names. First there's Chris and Chris is the real me the way I want to act, number to is Christie and this is the name for my fake happy facade, and last is someone I call death. Death is the violent bad-ass bitch, why do I call her death? One time a while ago some guy called me a stupid slutty hooker and I snapped, Death came out and I beat the dude into a bloody pulp, scary experience when you go back to normal, trust me. So anyways yeah that's pretty much me and my stupid life. Thanks for reading and I don't know when the next update on my life, or my friend Valerie's life, or Mark's life if he starts to write with me and Val,