11:02pm; November 25, 1997
OK... I can find some of my mom's Prozac pills, and I have these pills that make me sleepy... oh... about 12... damn... not enuf. OK. Well, I gotta figure out a way. When I do, nuttin'll stop me. Skool's a fucker. I swear. I don't get anything. It takes me three days to get one stupid lame-ass concept. I'm like a total reject. I've got three D's. Oh, no. I won't make it in to SHS next year. Darn. OK, like I give a fuck. What bugs me, is I'll cut a class. "Ohmigosh! YOU cut?! I would never imagine YOU cutting!" as if I'm Miss. Perfect-straight- A-my-whole-god-damn-life-is-studying. OK, Whatever. Lancy and I are the same . Yup. Bon. was a little attetntion thristy pathetic... thing... hell, she still is! But Lancy and I are serious (dead serious... ah, ha, ha, ha!) Life has no point whatsoever. OK... wake, skool, HW, sleep, up, HW, sleep, etc... 'till weekend. OK. So... biiig difference. Wake up (a tad later), HW, sleep, HW, eat, HW, sleep, whoa-- weekend's over. How fun. That's what I'm staying alive for. Yeah, right. I've got no purpose. I'm just a burden to my mom's checkbook. I use electricity (to do HW... whoah... it's all connected...) and I eat. Wow.
OK, well. I have to go do HW now. Bye.
11:14pm