SCREWED

SCREW SCHOOL. SCREW MY HAIR. SCREW LIT PAPER TOMORROW. SCREW HOME EC TEST TOMORROW. SCREW, I'M TELLING YOU.

I wish I could draw like that. I wish I could keep this blog away from everyone. I'm getting back my anti-social attitude. Shit, my mom saw this letter of mine. Shit, it's like a diary and I wrote some stuff that's seriously gonna land me in a lecture talk. It's like getting your dairy found. Shit. Shit. Shit. WHY IS TODAY SO FUCKING SCREWED UP FOR ME? I AM SO DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Someone, seriously kill me. Murder me. Silence me. I don't want to live this life any longer. Shit.