I failed my history quiz. I shouldn’t even be writing right now. I can’t believe I got another 68 on a history quiz!!! I HATE HISTORY SO MUCH! I really don’t like my teacher either. I think she’s out to get me. I swear. It’s really scary. Why does history have to be my weak subject? Why couldn’t it be math?! At least somebody could help me with it!
My life is just full of so much crap. I can’t take it anymore. Nobody ever actually understands me. And when somebody says, “Oh, I understand,” you’ll know that they’re lying. Nobody can ever understand anybody else. You’re your own self. Whatever happens on the inside, nobody knows about it. They can’t possibly understand. It’s not possible. I hate people who say they '”understand”.
Drama. The class I dread the most. Thank God it’s the final class of the day too. Best news I’ve had today, I don’t have to act. I’m back stage crew! I’m so happy! I didn’t even ask for this class and what do you know? I get dumped in here like it’s nobody’s business. But that’s ok. I’ve gotten pretty good at controlling my anger. I’m just so mad at life. I’ve never gotten anything I’ve ever wanted. Ya, I have a pretty good education. I shouldn’t be complaining. Kids in Africa should be. But excuse me for wanting something good for a change! I’m always stuck doing homework and studying! And then guess what? More studying and then more homework! Nothing new there. My birthday weekend was supposed to be fun. Don’t get me wrong. Friday and Saturday were a blast. But Sunday…I went a stupid walk-a-thon. I had to walk five kilometers. Then I come back home all sweaty and study for my stupid history quiz. And what do you know? After all my hard work, I get a stupid, freakin’ 68!!! My hard work always goes down the drain. And I’m never happy about anything anymore. Life’s just life now. I can’t even enjoy it…
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