It's been a long, long time since I've written in here. I'd like to think my handwriting has gotten better since then. I'm nervous about a test. I'm nervous about a lot of things now. I'm worried about my grades and how I have an 85 in Spanish. I'm nervous about how this year's going to end up for me. I'm nervous about my bedroom door being open. Yeah. I'm paranoid. There are very few times that I'm optimistic about something. I never expect 100s at school, I almost always think I played terrible in soccer games, I think my friends think I'm secretly annoying (which is why I'm so nice all the time), and I know I'm not popular; that, I'm okay with. I was finally pulling myself out of this hole that I dug, but now it seems I've slipped and I'm holding on by just my nails. Then again, this could be hormones talking. You never know.
5 minutes. 5 minutes and then another 7 classes to go.
Those 7 classes are over. I forgot I had an extra period today and now I'm in it. 30 minutes and I'm done. I can finally get out of here. Now for the SWAMP lesson to start.
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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
