Dear Journal,
Monday. Yay. Got a drink poured over my head. Everyone laughed. The teacher said no when I asked to clean up, and gave me detention when I walked out. I was so mad I could've killed her.
Those guys drive me crazy. Not to mention my dad slowly driving me insane with the little digs. They all pile up, piece by piece and I'll crumble under the pressure.
He'll love that, and so will they. Me breaking.
- Dying From Living
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