Why now? Why now does my brain want to weird and make people suspicious. Not that they care. No one seems to anymore.
Screw STEMS. I give up. I hate them. I see no immediate use for them. Nothing. Today I will probably lose my A in ILA because of them. I can only remember about 50% of them anyway.
I'm done. I'm done with life right now. Life can go die in a hole and I wouldn't care.
I'm drawing that oh so familiar blank again. It's only for a second before I realize it and start thinking about it.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
