1-15-13

I would've done the title in French but I remembered that it was different.

Wouldn't it be like.

Le quinze janvier deux-mille quatorze ?

Though it will be the sixteenth when I upload this.

Going to do a blogpost. Pourquoi? Because I want to. And oui, I'll probably be using French words here and there to help me in my French studies.. And because no one actually reads the shit I call a blog but ya know. Fuck yeah.

So, the second nine weeks is almost over, and I nearly have all A's. FUCCXXK YEAH.

there isn't much to say about my school life. Except my lunch moved from 5th period (around 10:30) to 7th period (around 12) so I'm really hungry around 5th and 6th period.

I've also been having ENORMOUS amounts of inspiration to write and draw- perhaps I can get a few chapters out this month of my other blog.. That also, no one reads. Oh well.

I have started to watch SNK, and I have finished KNK. It was beautiful.

I'm going to try to read The Perks of Being A Wallflower soon, along with Finding Alaska.

end normal life

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begin hidden life

I'm so terrified right now. Addy is in the hospital. Ma amie, I'm so scared for you. Cher, everyone is telling me not to worry.. I can't stop worrying. A few days ago someone called your name at school. I looked up, thinking that you'd be there, but you weren't. It probably sounds stupid but... I got really upset about it.

I'm scared for French Two. I'm already having a hard time in French One, but next year the teacher is bad. Like. She doesn't teach. I'll probably fail.

My mom is freaking out about how I have a "bad grade" in HA2 (Honors Algebra 2.. Normally a sophmore-junior class.)

Luckily, I had my breakdown on Wednesday. I'm feeling okay. I've been "clean" for almost a month now. That's good.

My friend used to say:

They'll look at your wrists, but not your waist.

When in reality..

They'll look at you, but not look closely.

They'll listen to you, but not understand.

I was going to try to create some.. Riddle like blog entry.. But I'm too tired. Too terribly exhausted.

Everyone says that I should just get over things. I let one person ruin my day. I'm overreacting and I know it. I don't need them proving it for me..

Damnit, Addy..

What do I do?

P.S: Dear diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart, light up with joy. Oh, dear diary! We fell apart!

P.P.S: Not really.

P.P.P.S: FS is boring without you.

P.P.P.P.S: I miss you. If you couldn't tell.

P.P.P.P.P.S: I bet if anyone reads this they'll be like omg what a dumb blg post- all she does is tlk bout sum chik named addy. LOL.