A Hell On Earth Called High School

After four years, eight months, three weeks, and four days, I finally finished it: the book I have been writing since my first day of high school. Everyday since, I have written in a notebook that no one else could touch besides me. It was and is my most valuable belonging, the thing that I could trust to keep all of my secrets. But I'm sure that I won't be talking about how I kept my secrets safe; what is most important is how I survived high school. Drugs, love, boys, popularity, and bitches.

Here's my story. All of it.