Welp. It's almost time for school again. As much as I'm ready to go back, I don't want to. I'll be entering a death hole every day until my senior year. Ugh, freshman. Yuck. Who wants to be a freshman? You get picked on for being the "babies" of the school. Heck, I'm not a baby. Though, I'm only 5'. I hated most of the people last year, and I will most likely hate them again this year. Why do I hate them? Because they're all fake and wannabes. The girls--the pounds of makeup the put on and the pencil skirts that nearly show their butt cheeks. The guys--their asshole-ish personalities and their over-usuage of girls. Geez, girls aren't your damn ipod. You can't pick 'em up and put 'em down whenever you wanna. I honestly think this year is going to end up the same as the last. Lose a friend and live the rest of the year alone and drowning in my thoughts. The only way I was able to stop it over the summer was swimming laps in my pool and watching all our classic movies on DVD three times each. Oh, and I ate way more than I should've but swimming and jogging helped me work it off and put it right back on.
It's almost midnight here in McKenney, Virginia. This small town doesn't do justice. People know everything about you and you can't do anything about it.
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My Life as a Teenager
Teen FictionWhat if you had gotten a journal for your fifteenth birthday and felt like you had no use for it? What would you do with it? Would you throw it away? Keep it on your bookshelf? Or find it one day and fall in love with the art of writing and venting...
