december 19th, 1994
dear stupid diary. i'm so done. i got in trouble today for pushing some kid in class because he cut in front of me. i had to sit in the counselor's office for 20 minutes before i could leave, and she didn't even let me go free. she gave me this stupid "journal" that i have to write in every day. i don't even need it. like what can i write here? my secrets? yeah, no, i'll take a pass on that.
i'm not sure how i'm supposed to sign off so here:
with every ounce of hatred in my body, rose.
