vicky left a note in my locker. i dont know what to make of this. especially because first she lost me all my friends, and now shes been turning more people on me. i just dont care anymore.

mr marks been kind of a dickhead lately. maybe its because i cannot manage to stay awake more than ten minutes in his class lately.

as i type this, i am hearing this infomercial about a thing to grow hair. its so fake it disgusts me. one of the guys just fucking said: "lifes about feeling good, and 80% of feeling good is looking good"

i just want to fucking sleep