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Dear Diary,

School was hell today I can't understand what I did wrong to all those people but they takeout all their anger on me. I can't really do anything about it because a slightly chubby non-athletic girl can't take on all of those pissed off teens. I don't want to go on and I have no reason to I have no friends or family. Well I have a mother but she's too drunk most of the time to remember that she has a daughter to take care of. I've been to the school counselor too many times to count but they don't do shit. All they say is that everything will get better but they don't really know that for sure I mean I don't have any money to go to collage and I'm just an average teen so I can't get scholarships and I will probably end up working at some kind of fast food restaurant and taking care of my mother until the alcohol makes one of her organs fails and she dies. I know that's very harsh but the truth is harsh we just don't know how to accept it. But as I was rushing to the restroom today trying to keep the very runny chocolate milkshake from getting in my eyes I wasn't paying attention and ran into the wrong restroom and I ran into a guy and I had to say my heart stopped. He was absolutely gorgeous I can't explain how handsome he was. It was like he fell from heaven. As I was taking in the beautiful view I realized that #1 I had been staring at him for like five minutes and #2 my face was covered in chocolate shake and tears and #3 I was in the boys restroom. He was holding me by my waist because I literally ran into him and was falling when he caught me. he just looked at me wide eyed. I was just waiting for the embarrassing moment when he finally knew who he caught and let go of me and just laugh and take pictures. but as the seconds went by he never did all he did was stare and all I did was stare back and brace my self for the fall when he drops me. ugh my moms yelling at the neighbor again I gotta go I'll finish this story later.

sincerely,

useless teen


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