6:49 am
The bus is pulling up and there are three other people waiting. One of which whom I knew. His name was Gabriel. That is all I knew about him. I think he's a senior but I have no clue.
I'm tired. It's dark outside. The Orange lights on the front of the bus read "Eugene Station 51" illuminating what the headlights hadn't. My back hurt and I was sore. As I Sat down on the bus I realized it was only Thursday. I still had golf and even though tomorrow is my day off from golf, I have a physiology appointment with Daniel.
The bus seats were blue and had red and Orange circles and other various shapes and colors spread throughout the blue background. There seemed to be no real pattern. But I was too tired to find out if there was an actual pattern.
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A messed up teenage diary
Non-FictionEver since I was young, just about everything was difficult for me. Now, I'm 16. Not much has changed. Join me in my attempt to make it through my high school life with 7 mental disorders and a dark past.
