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Wednesday, May 9, 2007


I hate school, no, seriously... I hate it more than words can describe
And I'm sounding a bit emo, but right now, I'm depressed. I think I'm entitled to at least one sad day, right? I mean, after months of being happy happy happy, I should be allowed to be sad for 24 hours.

It's not senioritis. It's me being so sick of school. I'm sick of Jennifer and Chad and their heads full of fluff and conceit. I'm sick of being pushed in the fucking hallways. I'm sick of wanting to sleep but being unable to. I'm sick of this building. I'm sick of everything.

I don't even want to go to my own graduation. That's how bad this is. I just want them to hand me my fucking diploma so I can go home and sleep. I don't want to wear white. I don't want to wait behind 350 seniors for my name to be called. I don't want to be so pissed of I end up cussing out my principal.

I just want to go. I just want to get out.

And what hurts me more is that I won't be graduating with East, and that probably half of them don't even remember me at all. It hurts that only three people have decided to keep in touch, Alex, Becca, and Heather, and the rest don't give a shit. It hurts because there some people over there that I loved and cared about, and still do.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE I'm driving for the rest of the week. My parents are going to Knoxville to see Lisa, my sister/best friend, graduate and they're leaving me the car. I'm taking Angela home Thursday and Friday, I might even take her to school if she wants. I don't have anything better to do.

Friday, I'm leaving school early. Maybe I'll go get an engery drink and lay down in a big empty field in the park. Maybe.

I have to get rid of this feeling. I have to make myself happy.

-Susan

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