Journal - Rebecca Whitney

January 9, 2020

Hello, 

I lost my interest for math. I just don't want to do the work. Why are people so fucking cheery? The worlds full of death and these bitched are giggling their asses off. Maybe I should try and find someone to have a crush on. Maybe then I won't be so depressed. Who knows? Marg... I just wish she is worse than me. xoxo. 

-Time Skip-

Omfg. Kill me now. This fucking bitch threatens to call guidance because I'm not doing the work. I got my period. Hurts. When the ants eat your uterus. It's the ants. They go dormant until the eggs flow. Then they eat the eggs and walls until its empty. That's why there is so much blood. The ants eat the skin until its not hungry anymore. My ears hurt cause of these earing but whatever. It's fine. It's fine. Its just ants. Jeremy was walking in front of me and I swear to god I almost knocked him over on purpose. I usually never fill a page so this is impressive. Ouch. Mother fucking ants. Where do the eggs even come from? What are they made of? Imagine if they were little bone circles. xoxo

Authors Note: I wrote this over a period of a day so that's why I kept complaining about my period. Also, I filled up the notebook paper so that's what I was referring to.