February 2012
202 posts
For the past year I’ve had a diary. I would write in it every single day before I went to sleep. But then my cat died a couple of weeks ago, and ever since then I have not been able to look at my diary without crying becuase it reminds me of all the good times I had with him.
Things I say in school too much.
Me: I'm hungry.
Me: I am tired
Me: Can I burn this school down or
Me: what is that faggot doing
Me: We had homework?
Me: I hate this class
Me: it's too cold
Me: *sleeping in class*
Me: Yay it's time to go home!
Me at home: I am bored.
Teacher : You failed the test.
Student : You failed to educate.
