11/09/17
Dear Diary,
It feels different moving to a different school.
I feel a tight knot in my stomach and I think I'm going to puke my guts out in a matter of two seconds. I currently have no friends. People think I'm super weird, like I'm some sort of alien from planet Mars. I'm kind of used to this kind of (harsh) treatment over the years and there's not much of a difference at all. At some point, I think I'm starting to blame my parents for this. I'm not one of those naturally confident people with that big of a smirk on their faces. I, Hoodie Girl, is practically shy and has low self-esteem. And yeah, I'm socially awkward as heck that it's kind of embarassing, but at least I'm not the only one who's socially-awkward.
I'm surprisingly good at Math and Science and all that academic crap. I'm not a seventeen-year-old Einstein whatsoever. I'm naturally good with handling laboratory experiments, math problems, and writing book reports in the past that almost all of the teachers at my old school praised me as if I'm some kind of Buddha. But it doesn't matter now, does it?
I'm talking gibberish but I don't seem to care that much.
I haven't touched my mashed potatoes and green peas for the past five minutes because I know that my stomach's going to have an extreme allergic reaction if I ate those things on my plate. I secretly threw all of them away before I head over to my next class which is effing AP World History, the most boring subject in the entire (universe) world.
My hand's getting tired. I'm going to write more details later by the time I get home from school.
Adios!
Much sincerity,
Hoodie Girl
