1.11.14.
new month. new start. same shit.
the year is just beginning to start and I'm failing 4 of my classes. I am getting closer to calum, it's scaring me a bit ,and he is my best friend I've acquired more friends than I ever have in past years. one. all I want to do is finish my schooling and then get as far from home as possible. I'm stuck wandering aimlessly in the deadbeat town I call hell.
I'm still falling into my usual hole but I'm seeing the light but I haven't found my sunshine yet. (that sounds so lame) but I'm gonna try not to drive calum away because he's all I've got right now.
I've gotten to the point of where I wear sweaters that cover my hands because I'm that one person whose hands are always cold for no apparent reason. people In the halls give me and calum strange looks as i walk down the halls like any one of their plastic faces except mine isn't a mask. I wear my over sized black sweater paired with my split leg Stars and Stripes jeans. they're my favourites and Calum agrees.
he's been recently giving me strange looks and that usually means he's getting tired of me already. I hope I'm just over exaggerating but maybe I'm not.
today is one of the days I dread the most, Wednesday. some days are just normal days that happen to be set in the middle of the week. Others are well.. let's just say the highlight of those days are me leaving 8th period and going home to watch horror movies and breaking bad on Netflix.
days where I feel like I'm in a coma from the moment I open my eyes I just want to sleep forever. and never wake up to face the day. this is due to my years of ridicule of the entire plastic population. they want me to form to their standards but I can't just easily flip a switch and be a completely different person.
they laugh at me now and call me freak, lesbian, emo, and fag. I just hope that my music is able to take me to the places I dream of going. I want my music to take me on tour, as far away from this town as possible. while all the popular kids are stuck in the same old town with deadbeat jobs to just earn wages to pay bills.
I just want to run away to never land.
(A:N)
hey sorry I literally haven't posted a chapter in about 5 months just things happened and I couldn't find the time to write. I don't even know where this story is going so if anyone has anything they want to see written I'll look at it and try to work it in. so yeah
peace chicken grease nipples ✌🏻️
-julia xx
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