I fucking love t's. TTTTTTTTTTTT.
Ok ok.
Yes. The sugar glider thing. Its a mix between you inner personality and the way you look.
Im a lion. Grrrr.
I want to move to California :(
Today sucked.
Spent the whole day listening to high school musical songs on Delia's iPod and getting yelled at by Bianca or some damn teacher while Delia tried to snort hand sanatizer.
Doesnt school sound fun?! -___-
CRCTs are coming up and guess whos fucking failing.
Thats right... Me!
Is it bad to really want to hug someone and punch them at the same time?
I hope not because I feel like that every day!!
I just hope that tomorrow I can go to school and all those loud bitches will be absent again, Bianca wont fucking say shit, and they have good food in the cafeteria.
Or maybe just one of my friends giving me some damn chocolate (OR A BAG OF FUN HINT HINT)
That would make me feel much better.
YOU ARE READING
7th. Unfortunately.
Non-FictionMy names Delia. I know not really the right way to start off a story, but I believe my story revolves a lot around it. You see so much has happened since I entered sixth grade, that I couldn't let it go undocumented. So this is my story along with m...
