M1 - AC Precalc - Mackenzie.
M2 - Dev. Psych - Grausam.
M3 - Study Hall - Wright.
M4 - AP Spanish - McHugh.
M5 - Christian Life - IRMAAAA.
M6 - AP English - Dellanno.
T3 - Gym - Douglas. (also W6+TH5)
T5 - AP Gov + Politics - James.
F5&6 - Study Hall.

This is going to be the perfect year. I have gym last on Wednesdays and two study halls in a row on Friday to end my week. How lovely. So let me know how often I'll be seeing you.

Last night was either one of the best or worst nights of my life. I can't decide.


Maybe one day, more people will have hearts.

I don't care about much of anything anymore. I don't remember ever being this unhappy. And I can't shake it.

I'm sick of everybody's bull shit including my own. I just want to get the fuck out of this place for awhile. I want to go somewhere to relax where I won't be bothered by anyone. As much as I know that I'd regret it, I want to be left alone with my thoughts. I want to finally figure things out for myself. I want to finally decide what I want my life to be like right now. I want to know what (or who) would make me the happiest. I feel like I'm just sitting here expecting things that will never come. If there's anything I should be learning from any of this, it's NOT to expect anything from anyone. There are very few people who have been coming through for me lately. However, the people that have stuck by me are more than amazing. I really have the best friends. I know I can always count on them to get my mind of things and to put a smile back on my face.

I've decided that the worst thing I could do right now is sleep because when I sleep, I dream. I regret going to bed last night. Sometimes good dreams are the worst kind, you know? It's entirely too depressing to have an amazing dream that feels so real and then wake up to realize it was all in your mind.


I don't care, it's whatever.

If there's one thing I absolutely hate, it's being lied to.

And sluts - I hate them too. Especially sluts that are supposedly my friends in some alternate universe. But as Laura said to me today, if my car can flip SUVs, it can definitely crush sluts.

I love, however, that I've turned into this maniacal human being that could, if provoked, kill someone or something. Okay, forget the provocation part; I could probably kill by my own will at this point.

Sometimes, I just want to scream.

Regardless, I'm getting better at this whole getting fucked over thing. I have had a lot of experience, so I'm basically a pro.

And even if it doesn't seem like it (I truly doubt that it does), I am doing better than I was a couple days ago. :]

In other news, Cold Stone made me a shift leader. I WILL FINALLY BE MAKING MORE THAN $7. I don't care about the hours because I no longer have a life that isn't worth losing.