How Not To Survive In High School

High school is a hellhole. I don't think I've spoken a word since seventh grade other than "Yes Sir." or "Yes Miss". I'd like to have said more but I honestly believe there's a serious problem with my voice box. Not once have I had the guts to say "Leave me alone," or "Stop hurting me," or "You have no idea how I feel".

As you can probably tell I have a lot to let out. Maybe it was a ridiculous idea to do it in this way but anything's worth a try. I don't think it can get any worse.

The last six years of my life before high school were years I would rather be skinned alive rather than relive. Let's just say I went through a lot as a child. I don't think I'm capable of telling you that yet as my pen might break.

But my parents rescued me and took me to Ohio. And automatically I thought that my life could be turned upside down in Wakefield High School. That maybe the American guys would find an English accent cute. That possibly I could be considered as normal. So, yeah. That's most wrong I've ever been in my miserable life.

And now, in tenth grade, I decided to write it all down. It's not so anyone can read it. I guess I don't really know what it's for but... but I have nothing to loose.