I HAVE PROOF THAT MY SCHOOL IS EVIL. Today, at the end of science class when it was really quiet, we heard that creepy evil organ music stuff. Now no one can argue that my school isn't really that horrible. Christina and I just burst into laughter. I don't think my science teacher really noticed. He's so evil himself, the song is probably his theme song or something.

I finished my short story today, though it really isn't very good. I can't write anything decent if I'm not angry. I'm more sad than angry today, and when I'm sad and write it usually comes out as a bunch of emo garbage. I feel bad for whoever has to read it. My parents asked to, but I was like NO really loud. It's about a transgendered kid that's pretty much coming out to his mom. If I can't think of a full blown protest to do, I can atleast do little things like these. I really don't know how my parents would react though, so I convinced them not to look. I bet they check it while I'm sleeping, though. I wouldn't put it past them.

I'm sick of school. I'm sick of being around so many people all the time. I hate being around that many people. Like, I'm just one more kid. The teachers don't care about any of us and sometimes forget our names. Half our classes are boring and the other half won't help us with whatever job we want. How will knowing every single detail about Jamestown help me become a therapist?

Christina keeps calling me anerexic. Seriously, what the hell? I skip lunch, thats it. I eat all my other meals like a good little child. It isn't my fault we have lunch at a simply rediculous time. 10:15 is way too early. It's more like brunch. She's obviously never met a person who honest-to-god needed help.