February 25, 2015
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Dear Hillary,
So I wimped out and stayed home today to try to catch up on sleep and write imagines. I bet you can guess what happened.
I told my mom I wanted to stay home, and she used to let me stay home whenever I asked. Then my absences in the classes later in the day started to get to 9 and heh she wouldn't let me stay home even when I was crying.
So today she agreed as long as I didn't stay home anymore this year. Gosh dangit i messed up so bad.
So I came home from my morning church class and went up to my parents bed because it's freaking comfortable and fell asleep UNTIL 12. I was so disappointed, but I guess I needed it.
I posted one imagine, which I only needed to finish with a couple paragraphs, and then I had an idea for another one so I could double update. That one took until 5 because I allowed myself to get distracted and then I had youth group at 7.
Overall, i wasted the last day of 9th grade off by sleeping. I mean, I got 2 imagines out, but I could have done so much more.
So now I have to stop being such a wimp and try my hardest to survive. It's not really even school that stresses me out, its at home now. I want to get so much done but then I slack or eat or watch YouTube or tumblr and then it's 12.
What have I become? I was good at stuff. I was good at getting imagines out. I was good at math. What have I done wrong?
I don't want to grow up.
Ugh. Your journal entries to me are so light hearted and funny and Darwin sounds like the cheekiest guy and I want to have a crush and I want to be obsessed with five boybands but no
I'm over here crying in a corner because of my lack of work ethic while you run 10+ stories on your account.
I know what the purpose of life is. I know there's a God so why can't I quit school and focus on that HUH
I don't know. I need to sleep so
Melissa oh look my real freaking name
I'm such a downer

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