Dear journal: I was kept after class again. To me is starting feel more like the breakfast club. But what can you expect from a professor who looks just like Wild Bill Hickok.
He said that I was late to class again. But I wasn't late to class I don't think that I was I don't know. Well enough complaining about it. Joan of Arc just had me to stand in front of her mirror and tell her what I saw looking back at me.
I told her that I saw someone who is ugly and nogood for anything. Well that didn't sit too well with her. So she sat me down and made me look her in the eyes.
She said " Billy what I see looking back at us is someone who is handsome and not ugly. Someone who is afraid to love and to let someone to love him and someone who is afraid of getting hurt because he has been hurt before and he has hurt himself and someone who has built a wall around his heart. Billy it is time for you to break down the wall that you have built around your heart and let someone love you. I know what you look like but to me you are not ugly you look like Emilio Estevez. "
That is what Joan of Arc told me. I still don't know how I am going to write a trem paper on myself.
This is Billy Bonney sighing off for now
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