It's crazy to drag the tests all the way to next week!

Seriously, i would rather much have my inequalities test yesterday then next week! Oh bloody hell there's three tests next week and two the next.

Tell me, do you find life in this?

*snorts Seriously, what frigging life is this! Well, i think it gets worse when you're older. I worry hell much. About my common tests.

Because i admit i do not pay attention during lessons and normally just stare at the teacher or doodle in my notebook. Someone please stab me because i understand nothing about climographs, the whole chap of forces and coordinate geometry.

Esp Climographs i think. Gee. I want to bang on my head on the wall so hard and call myself stupid.

And hell, I don't bloody care about class tee anymore, they can choose colours that clash with my design for all i care. I don't give a damn, if they use a shit colour, might as well NOT use my design. And for sure, i'm not buying a crappy weird colour class tee.

I can't believe i didn't smile at all for an hour. I guess it's kinda weird and that was totally random.

I desperately want to strangle someone.

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I would just sit there for literally hours waiting for some sign of him.
Some sign that maybe he was thinking of me.
I would make the littlest things into the biggest deals & I would just wait.
& then when I finally did see him, I wouldn't bring myself to say hey.
It was like I was trying to prove to him that
I'm stronger now & I don't need him.
There really was a time that I couldnt concentrate on anything but him.
He controlled me.
I hardly ever saw him or even talked to him for what seemed eternity
but he still controlled my every breathe, my every thought, my every emotion.
It was like he was living inside of me
& there was nothing I was capable of doing to get rid of him.
I would cry & pray that i'd let him go
but something in me wouldn't bring myself to say goodbye.
I knew I was never going to be able to go an entire day
without wondering how he was doing or what he was thinking of.

But what he was thinking didnt matter cause I knew that deep down..
He wasnt thinking of me & even if he was..
it didnt mean anything anymore.
He had proven to me without a doubt that he didn't need me.
& if it was the last thing I ever did,

I was going to prove to him, without a doubt that I didn't need him either.

9:28 PM;

It's crazy to drag the tests all the way to next week!

Seriously, i would rather much have my inequalities test yesterday then next week! Oh bloody hell there's three tests next week and two the next.

Tell me, do you find life in this?

*snorts Seriously, what frigging life is this! Well, i think it gets worse when you're older. I worry hell much. About my common tests.

Because i admit i do not pay attention during lessons and normally just stare at the teacher or doodle in my notebook. Someone please stab me because i understand nothing about climographs, the whole chap of forces and coordinate geometry.

Esp Climographs i think. Gee. I want to bang on my head on the wall so hard and call myself stupid.

And hell, I don't bloody care about class tee anymore, they can choose colours that clash with my design for all i care. I don't give a damn, if they use a shit colour, might as well NOT use my design. And for sure, i'm not buying a crappy weird colour class tee.

I can't believe i didn't smile at all for an hour. I guess it's kinda weird and that was totally random.

I desperately want to strangle someone.

-----

I would just sit there for literally hours waiting for some sign of him.
Some sign that maybe he was thinking of me.
I would make the littlest things into the biggest deals & I would just wait.
& then when I finally did see him, I wouldn't bring myself to say hey.
It was like I was trying to prove to him that
I'm stronger now & I don't need him.
There really was a time that I couldnt concentrate on anything but him.
He controlled me.
I hardly ever saw him or even talked to him for what seemed eternity
but he still controlled my every breathe, my every thought, my every emotion.
It was like he was living inside of me
& there was nothing I was capable of doing to get rid of him.
I would cry & pray that i'd let him go
but something in me wouldn't bring myself to say goodbye.
I knew I was never going to be able to go an entire day
without wondering how he was doing or what he was thinking of.

But what he was thinking didnt matter cause I knew that deep down..
He wasnt thinking of me & even if he was..
it didnt mean anything anymore.
He had proven to me without a doubt that he didn't need me.
& if it was the last thing I ever did,

I was going to prove to him, without a doubt that I didn't need him either.

9:28 PM;