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I love days thats start out terrible and get progressively worse. I just burnt the roof of my mouth. Tomorrow is Friday *does victory dance* and its a late start too, so I guess the worlds mission to make my life miserable isn't a full time job afterall. Besides, I can't stay down for too long, Saturday is the std/taking back sunday show. Monday I turn 16. I found it terribly ironic when my mother walked in two days ago and told me that I must have a birthday party to "commemorate my 16 years of life". I laughed, told her it meant I was one year closer to death, and I haven't had a party since i was 11 so why start up again now? I always manage to "brighten up" someone's day. You know you have a talent when you successfully piss off a new person daily. (Hold your applause). Now on to more important matters...
I am already getting sick of the sadistic torture at the penitentiary I mean the lovely specimens at school. I don't think I have ever been surrounded by so many superficial twits in my entire life. 2moreyears2moreyear2moreyears.
I really want to go to New York. Get as far away from here as possible. So far it looks like the Pope will hate Catholics before I get out. Its all in the effort though, right?
With a handshake in solitude,