Today's been weird. Failed a math test. That sucked a lot. Found out my ex-boyfriend is not so innocent. Like damn kid. Hopefully get to see Phil soon. I miss that kid like hell.

March 12th

Guess who almost started bawling during math again? But not for reasons most would expect. I mean of course geometry induces tears, but I can't even look at the fucking clock anymore. It was 2:22. Last time I looked at the clock and it was that time a cute boy I'll never see again was pointing it out.

I can't even write things in my journal anymore because turns out my moms been snooping. And there were things in there that I have never told anyone, much less that I would tell my over-protective, condescending mother. Hopefully I'll be able to use it to my advantage. Hopefully one day I can look at the clock and not be reduced to tears. So for now I'll just pretend like someones actually reading this, because while I'm writing completely false entries I should probably actually write something I mean once in a while.

I always used to wish my life was more like those stupid teenage books I used to read in middle school, and now it's more like that than I could have ever guessed and it's really not that great. I mean, last Friday night involved milkshakes, cops and no pants...

 ...and I really wish it was as made up as it sounds.