...The story is the same.I've just personalized the name.
I don't have much to say. I'm going to complain. get the fuck over it. it's my turn for once.
It's 1:19 am.
I'm frustrated with my writing.
I have class at 8 am
my short story is due at 6 pm tomorrow
my computer may/probs has a virus because of tainted the rocket summer files.
I in fact, have no money
Theatre may be cut out at the schools at home.
My hair is frizzy.
My room smells like hot sauce
Tomorrow is tuesday
My best friend is mad at me/ I'm mad at him
I'm too fiesty.
I'm sick of caf food.
It's snowing.
I have no appetite. again.
My writing class makes me self concious.
My clothes are all uncomfortable
My boots have huge salt stains.
I have writer's block galore.
This was stupid....and self centered. and bitchy.
WHATEVER. I'm allowed to do that once in a while.
fuck.
this was stupid. like i said. and will porbably be deleted soon.
goodnight.
-Lyndsey
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