It was awful. It wasn't nearly as amazing as I thought it'd be. Everyone got their schedules during a homeroom, and I have literally no classes with any of my close friends. And to top it off, I only have an earlybird class with my boyfriend, and I don't even have lunch with him. I've literally cried four separate times since I've gotten home- I've been holding it in all day; I'm alone, all alone.
This year is going to be difficult for me, I have a feeling.
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*DEAD BOOK* My Typewriter~ A Collection of Rants and Randomness
RandomA collection of my short stories, whether they're school assignments I like to jot down, horror stories, or comedy- they're all here. And it's also a collection of random crap that happens in my life or I just think up.
