Good Morning all to none that are reading this. How’s your life been? Is it sad I am at work on my laptop supposed to be doing my college work or ya know my job (really how have I not been fired yet). The radio is playing My Chemical Romance “Welcome to the Black Parade”. I feel so emo, Like 2013 is calling back to me. I really don’t know what I’m doing with my life this week. It’s pretty sad at this point. I’m behind on everything. Yet I’m still typing on this “blog” and not the paper due on Monday that I still haven’t even made a document for. Honestly if I did my work I would probably be an all A student. At this point I’m sitting in science next to the genius kid beside me begging for answers. Not because I don’t know how to do it but because I have no will to do it. On tests I look to find the answers on someone else’s paper even though I already know all of them. “Just Checking” so I don’t get them wrong. I’m not a dumb kid, yet everyone thinks I am. I don’t blame them that’s what I want them to think. They think they are being nice to me and helping the poor little kid out because she’s never going to go anywhere in life. What they don’t know is that they’re just playing into my plan. When will I ever really need to make a Lewis dot diagram or remind me for the 100th time how to write a poem. Wow I really do sound like an angsty teen but hey that’s what I am. I’m just tired I guess everyday is the same. There’s no excitement anymore, all the drama is the same. The funny thing is that I used to love the drama, I wasn’t in the loop, I created loop. Or at least I thought I did. It’s just childish and writing this I feel like a child, boring you with the details of my detrimental life. I need to grow up , find the spark again. That’s one of the reasons I’m doing this. If you’re making fun of me I understand. I’m making fun of myself. To my imaginary readers, high school is dumb, long, annoying, and there is so much after it that it’s not going to be the most important thing forever. There is life after it so don’t worry to much about what happens.
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