We're already two weeks in in Year 7. All three of us managed to get into the same boarding school in Newcastle. Not surprisingly, school's been tough. The teacher's have been piling up the amount of homework we get every week. I chose music for my extra class whereas Anxie chose arts and crafts (duh...) and Deppy chose robotics. We're forced to wake up at 5 every morning and sleep at 10. If you think logically in that, we're not getting the right amount of sleep. Or are we? I don't know. But I'm hella sleepy in class. I haven't made that much friends. Wait, cross that out, I haven't made any friends. All I do is hang out with Deppy and Anxie. well, at least I have people to hang out with. It's getting harder to cope with this stupid facade when it is literally eating you inside but surprisingly, I'm managing it. Changing the topic here, Anxie keeps talking about, you know, ending. I'm worried. Like, really worried. I always give her my candy because sweets always make me feel better. I hope she doesn't actually do it. I don't want her to do it. And I know Deppy doesn't either.
Signing out,
Hanah
Tuesday 18/09/18
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