Hey.
Well not a whole lot is new, just kinda felt like updating.
Still drowning in homework *tears streaming down face*. I keep hoping for things to get better, but they never do. I just keep saying to myself “Next week will be better, just get through till next week.” But it’s like the same.
Hopefully next week WILL be better. Week after that we have a long weekend. Finally. I’m about ready to die.
Matt (f) and Jen were being grosser than normal tonight. Jen had her hand like in matt’s crotch. It’s weird how she’ll be sitting on his lap and he just kinda goes on talking like she’s not even there and she just sits there. I don’t know. It’s bizarre to me, but probably not all that abnormal in reality.
Last Saturday was kind of…erm…interesting. I kinda don’t really want to get into details, just because it’s so… messed up and embarrassingish. I don’t know. I’m just so sick of messing around with guys. They are such a hassle. But I guess it’s what keeps life interesting and full of…excitement?...crap?...fun?.........whatever.
It was kind of weird in Journalism….
Strike is clocking 11 and that means it’s late, and that means if I want any sleep I had better end this…now.
She reached into the desk drawer, hands shaking, heart pounding. She felt the cool metal against her fingertips. Pulling the gun out of the drawer, she stared at it momentarily. The possibilities it held seemed so endless. “Not tonight.” She thought. She knew it would never happen.
And that, my friends, is all she wrote.
Night night.
xxx
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