Dear, dear diary

1. Dear diary: consolation prize

Dear diary.
I just found you under a lot of old shitty stuff in my room when I was cleaning. Didn't really change anything, my room is still a mess.
I haven't seen you in years, but you are just like everybody else. They think they still know me, but in reality they know nothing about me. They think I'm a baby, come on?
They have no idea how much I'm carrying around in my mind, how heavy my shoulders feels sometimes.
I don't trust anyone. Once I was told by an old friend that i shouldn't even whisper, cause also the walls have ears.
I hate school, like most students in my age. Last year my school got the title "best high school in Michigan" but no one really believed in that. I believe it was just some sort of consolation prize after the latest 40 years "north Michigan music education high school" has won. I can bet that they're going to win this year again.
North Michigan and West park high school, where I go, hate each other. They are the perfect bitches who think they rule the world, pathetic. We are the more hippie, nerdy ones that just go with the flow and sit home alone with Netflix and chocolate on valentines in our messy rooms.
North Michigan make others think they are the ones who want peace and that they never do anything wrong, but they probably hate us even more than we hate them. I think it's just meant to be that way, a never ending war between 2 high schools in Michigan. Sounds so much like a movie I'm going to throw up, but that's how it is so let's just be real: I hate north Michigan and every single student in there.
This morning my alarm woke me up at like 5:30 am and after that I couldn't fall asleep again, so I went down to the kitchen and made myself breakfast. I did everything very slowly and then, just like any other morning I got late and missed the school buss.
I called my dad and he picked me up and drove me to school. I ran up the stairs to my locker and then ran to class. Mr. Robertson didn't say anything. He just sighed and waited for me to sit down and then he started point at the whiteboard again. I hate physics.
At lunch break I sat with Samantha and Chris, and we talked about popularity. I'm not that popular. I mean, i have my few friends I hang out with, but there's also many people not knowing who I am. Chris is one of "the soap lover guys" which is a synonym of other high schools the "hot and everybody-is-in-love-with-them-guys".
It is a rumor that once one of the guys in the soap lovers had a party where people was drunk and all that stuff as always on their parties, and then one girl found his mums soap collection and one of the drunk guys ate one of the soaps and that's why they are called "the soap lover guys", but I don't know.
Chris is a pretty good friend of mine, since we first met in kindergarten. We often hang out besides school and we know each other very well. He is a cool guy that may seem stone cold and heartless from the outside, but is actually a vulnerable and sad guy with a big heart of gold on the inside.
Samantha and I met the first year in high school and know each other well too, but not as well as Chris and I. I started talking to Samantha because Chris has known her a very long time. Their dads worked together a long time ago and then their families have had taco Fridays almost all their lives.