Dear Nobody

Entry 14: How I Hate Modern Life

7.32 AM
Wednesday. Halfway through. I have a pimple on my chin, but I just gotta keep my head down and most people hopefully won't notice.

Sigh. I feel sad. I hate my life. Why do I even go to school? I'm not gonna use it for anything. Getting a job is the last thing I want. You smell that? Smell that uselessness Lisa Prescott is? I just wanna hide in my room. Erase everything the government has on me and my existence. Live secretly. Nobody to judge my lifestyle.

Seriously. Human civilization was a mistake. Evolution is evil. I wish I was an ancient human whose only goals in life were to eat and sleep. How awesome would that be? I wouldn't have to worry about being judged by everyone around me. Wouldn't have to dress to impress and hide my face with my hair and glasses.

A caveman. I should become a caveman. I'm going to the Grand Canyon. I'm gonna find a shrub and sit in it. Watch tourists walk by on their tired legs. I'll starve for days and feel like death has finally come to get me. Then a seven-year-old will appear and give me a donut and I'll rise from the shrub, holding the donut up towards the sun. I'll yell something like aaaaaaaayyyyy. But it was just a hallucination. Now I'm dead.

Whew. I wish that was my life.

12.12 PM
Something is wrong with your head if you think it's smart to play soccer in a classroom. That is a fact as the idiots were Sean and Adrian, confirmed no-brained, two-legged, oxygen-breathing beings. They hit the windows. The chalkboard. The trash can. The forehead of the guy Sean had a physical fight with over the former's hair. The back of Lisa Prescott's head.

I.

Am.

So.

Tired.

Evil forces, what's up? They love me so much these days.

Sean was the one who kicked it when it hit me. I yelped. And then it started hurting. Jesus, how can you kick a ball that violently around inside a tiny classroom? Adrian and a few others burst out laughing. I was so embarrassed I thought I was going to cry.

"Oopsies," Sean's apology sounded.

And then I had to leave. Quietly so no one would suspect that I was mad or upset because that's also embarrassing and not good for my image.

To the restroom I went. Looked at my ugly face in the mirror. Patted the back of my head. It still kinda hurt. Took deep breaths. What if he'd knocked off my glasses? I'm so close to killing someone from this school.

12.45 PM
Yay, Stephanie is here.

"Heard you got hit by a ball," she says, munching on an apple.

"I did."

"Did it hurt?" Crunch. "Did you cry?" Chew, chew.

"Yes and no."

Stephanie shrugs and throws one leg over the other, then starts babbling about her homophobic boyfriend while chewing her apple. The heck?

4.32 PM
Why does no one care about me? Am I so boring and useless that people just want nothing to do with me? I was popular in kindergarten. What happened after that? God. Is it because I'm ugly? Who are they to judge my hideous face and body. I'm the only person allowed to think I'm ugly. And God. He pities me, so he helps me. Helps the ugly.

6.10 PM
I hate school so much. I hate going to bed because the next time I open my eyes, I have to go to school. It's so tiring. An evil cycle. Whoever invented school can expect to see me in court.