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.
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