I can't wait. Tomorrow is first day of school. But its secondary school. I've heard too much. I just need to experience it myself now. Fingers crossed it is nothing like Mean Girls. I wouldn't be able to function. I'm just glad to have gotten primary out the way. I already miss the Wednesday football games. Rain, wind or snow- we always used to play. But it's an all girls. Am I supposed to know how to use blush and eyeliner? DO THEY HAVE A FOOTBALL TEAM? I'm stressing already.
My uniform is sitting repulsively at the bottom of my bed.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Holy FÛCK. Homework. Procrastination. Stress. Anxiety. Panic.
Right I need to breath.
Damn. I'm talking to a book. A bloody piece of a once tree. I've lost it. I'm mentally insane.
Right sleep. Okay. Sleep sounds plausible right now. Okay. Just sleep. Sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Anecdotes of a Suicidal(major editing till summer)
Short StoryI'm so sorry. It just got too much. I don't know what to say. Or even how to think right now. But I'm sorry. I couldn't let you see me like this. No matter how much you deny it- I was poison to your head and the world was poison to my heart.
