6:51am Friday, January 9
Somebody slap my dumb face.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I can't do anything correctly.I forgot Rob's gift.
Scarlett canceled our sleepover.
My mom said she's a little homophobic, and mom doesn't like me being in the same bed as Scarlet.
I look like shit, because my stupid friends planned casual Friday.
I only curled half my hair.
Everyone is saying 2015 is turning out shitty.
I want to punch their fucking faces.
This is gonna be a good year.
I decide that.I still forgot Rob's gift for Secret Santa, and that's some bullshit. Way to go, Bitch Blair Cunt.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.I might skip math.
I hate math.I'm angry.
My mom is a bitch.
My dad is a jerk.
I have no one to talk to, because my mom has the opinions of a 97 year old great grandmother from a Catholic home. AKA she's an ass.I can't even get off easily lately.
Madi ditched me yesterday during art to hang out with Pablo (she likes him). That left me to look like a loser by myself.MY NOSE IS RUNNING.
FUCK YOU, LIFE.
Maybe I should be like: "Surprise, Rob!!! Your gift is sex!!"
And then it will all work out.
7:02am
I'm slightly better now. All I need to think about is being happy.12:16pm
I feel like the back of my head is bashed in, and I don't notice.3:40pm
Aw Jake was so sweet. I was saying how a kid in bio called me flat-chested, and then Jake blurts out, "WHAAAT?!?!" *staring straight at my boobs*
And I'm like, "JAKE!!!"
And he says, "Sorry, Blair, but that's just not true."
Aha ha what a nice start to my weekend.3:57pm
Linkin Park kinda turns me on. Is that weird?
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Satan School of Sophomores
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