365 days straight
A blog about me, a sixteen year old emotionally confused writer living in the states. One post everyday. Promise.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Day 115: today was alright
Not perticularly interesting, but all right. Formal lab report die tomorrow. Joy unspeakable joy. (sarcasm)
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Day 114: :(
I can't believe that I keep going back there. School I mean. There is nothing good for me there. As if I could possibly get an education under these circumstances. There is just no way.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Day 113: Is there a point?
I should just give up, shouldn't I. There is no way I can do this. No way in hell.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Day 110: I'm shit at this
I'm shit. Really really shit. I don't post every day. I never have anything interesting to say, I misspell everything and I have no followers. Maybe one day I'll be better. Fat chance. I'm going to finish though. It's important.
Speaking of useless. This asshat Mark tried to ask me out today. As I'd I would ever go out with someone so self obsessed. Then latter I heard everyone chuckling behind my back. The choir filled me in. Apparently he had been 'joking.' I was totally mortified. Not to mention confused. Why would anyone think it was funny to ask me out, I'm gorgeous.
Oh, and by the way, I can't remember if I've told you this before but my BF broke up with me. He said I wasn't the same and that I was 'losing my touch.' Who the hell does he think he is? And what does that even mean? I'm going to burn him.
Speaking of useless. This asshat Mark tried to ask me out today. As I'd I would ever go out with someone so self obsessed. Then latter I heard everyone chuckling behind my back. The choir filled me in. Apparently he had been 'joking.' I was totally mortified. Not to mention confused. Why would anyone think it was funny to ask me out, I'm gorgeous.
Oh, and by the way, I can't remember if I've told you this before but my BF broke up with me. He said I wasn't the same and that I was 'losing my touch.' Who the hell does he think he is? And what does that even mean? I'm going to burn him.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Day 107: this is the last day of break
I don't want to go back to school.
Let's move on.
How about no.
Let's move on.
How about no.
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