Here I am typing publicly, talking to myself. I doubt anyone reads this anymore; but people reading this was never my intention. Like all things I used as a coping mechanism and had as a hobby, writing too became too much for me to handle. Funny how even your passions became a job. I guess I have to update you on what has happened the past three months. It's been fucking wild. I'm honestly surprised I'm sitting here. It's summer. I made this school year out alive. And trust me, it was barely. I thought 8th grade was bad, (trust me it was hell in a different kind of way.) freshman year had me on the brink. But don't get me wrong, a lot of positive things have happened as well. In fact this year has been so wonderfully horrible, that I'm looking forward to sophomore year for two reasons; a) It HAS to be better than freshman year and b) I want to start fresh/clean slate. I lost people, made new friends, got fucked over, learned lessons. Before I start, I don't know how to organize this very well time wise- everything that's happened has just clumped together and I lost track of time. Second, that name sensory bullshit? Done. If you did something wrong then deal with the consequences of other people seeing. Third, I'm not sugarcoating either. For anyone I know who is still following this; this shit is the truth and it is raw. Start fights with me as you wish. I frankly won't give a shit. Sit back and enjoy the horrific story that sadly appears to be my life. Here let everyone be exposed:
Carlos: Blue
Jaime: Red
Isa: Purple
Kali: White
Nick: Green
I think that's all idk
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Self Expression of A Burden
Ngẫu nhiênMy day by day life typed into format for venting purposes. Everything in here is true and in no way filtered. Read at your own risk.
