Those _______ _______ need to go ____ a _____ ____.

Fill in the blank?

I'll do it for you.

Those fucking bitches need to go suck a giant dick.

Seriously.

Wtf?

That one girl, the nicest one of you all, says how she LIKES us. She thinks we're NICE. (unlike you.)

And you start talking shit about us?

Go die in a hole.

We wore the same shirt, what, once?

How the hell is that "weird"? Or "gay"?

I can guarantee you've done that before. So talk crap about us?

I absolutely hate all of you bitches and whores. Seriously. Go. Die.

Nobody likes you.

So just to make you "not accept" us anymore, we're going to wear the same shirt, again, tomorrow.

Just for you, bitches.

I hope your clique is against us nerds.

Because, honestly, we'll never give a crap.

More inspiration.

I was looking out the window and I saw a man.

Middle aged, on the field.

I was in Family and Consumer Science (boring) so my eyes just sort of wandered off out the window. And I saw this man.

And I already love him, if he was doing what I thought.

He was just walking around the field. Alone.

I hope he was there to think. Not to do something he was forced, but to just be there because he needed a place to think.

The entire time I was watching him, I just knew that'd be me... so many years from now.

Walking around.

Thinking.

Clearing my head.

That man has inspired me.

If only he knew.

Then, during advisory today, my teacher gave us all a paper and we were to write down where we see ourselves once we graduate.

What we want to do in the future.

We could share, but I didn't. But I listened to what other people had to say.

Some wanted to be doctors.

The preppies wanted to become doctors.

I kept my thoughts to myself, but I have a feeling it won't happen. The way they're acting now, I can't see them changing. Maturing. Becoming something that major.

But it's their goals, so I'm not going to assume anything.

There's something about thinking about the future that gives me goosebumps every time.

I'm still wondering why.

NO HOMEWORK.

Which means I finally have time to write.

Finally have time to write poetry.

To write down everything I've been thinking.

YES.

....And for some reason, I wish I had stayed unconscious longer.

Music.

Okay, I couldn't figure out how to save a video and post it on here, but this song is worth looking up.

Go by Boys Like Girls.

I love them.

This song actually means something.

Just listen to it.

Same with Prodigal by OneRepublic.

These are two of my many favorite songs.

Dance

Ah. Dance has started. I'm so glad.

Now I have something to look forward to every Wednesday.

More of our "Weekly Wednesday Meetings."

It'll be a heck of a lot better than coming home to Math homework.

Every. Freaking. Night.

Well, isn't this just a bundle of freaking joy.

I'm sick of reality.

I'm sick of people.

I'm sick of my family.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow.

The only reason I would have wanted to get up in the morning was to go to the cross country meet in the afternoon.

But, no, that can't happen anymore.

Because the freaking coach had to freaking cancel it.

One of the last chances I had to see him before he left, and the fucking coach had to postpone it.

Wtf?

There was no reason. No. Reason. Whatsoever.

I don't want to wake up tomorrow in this house, or in this town, or in this state.

I want to go away.

I want to see new people. Meet new people.

I don't know.

I'm sick of this place and the mood I'm in.

I'm sick of my world where I think "hell" is a great way to describe it.

At least at this moment.

I've a smile on my face.

A positive attitude attempting to remain.

And a heart that just keeps sinking.

Most of my friends are aware.

The large majority absolutely doesn't care.

The saying "Friends are always there to get you through the tough times...."

Yeah, I'm beginning to think that's not true.

It's reasons like these why I hate humanity so damn much.

Highlight of my week.

Spanish.

Me. Diagonally in front of him.

Laughter.

Spanish name calling.

Groups.

4 people.

Me. Nathan. Dj. Matt.

ME. NATHAN. Dj. Matt.

NATHAN. ME. Dj. Matt.

.... I think you get the point.

Ah. Today was unexceptionally great.
Does my reason include boys?
Well, why wouldn't it?
Man. I'm so glad we're in that group together.

The beginning of the day... I should've felt better. But no, I had to keep thinking about them moving away. It didn't help that people kept reminding me, and that my ex was wondering what I thought about them leaving.
But everything turned out okay, because I was assigned to his group and I was talking to my old teachers.
My FAVORITE teachers.
And they just make me happy.
Plus I have a great weekend to look forward to, so it's alright to say life is good.

Goodbye. For real.

And.... it's official.

Michael and Zach are moving to Maryland.

I don't think it'll be too hard to say goodbye since I haven't seen them very regularly, but I'll still cry. Well, maybe tear up, but yeah.

I'll definitely miss you guys.

I really do believe you somehow changed my life.