| Current mood: |  depressed |
Memories dull my senses.
God, I know that all I do is bitch about this, but I cannot STAND HER. She cannot be sober for more than one hour. And I bet she's going to wonder why I refuse to talk to her when I'm older. God, she bitches and complains about this woman who she works with who is a total drunk, but she is just the same! A drinker knows when to stop, but a drunk doesn't, and she definitely does not know when to stop. I just can't take this fucking household. I need to get out of here. She'll say one thing one hour, then the next hour it's "No, I never said that..." in her fucking drunk, zoned-out voice. I hate her when she's like this. God, I really do.
Life hasn't been treating me all too well lately...
Today in science, Anita comes up to me and tells me I have blood all over my pants. So I go down to the nurse's office and use the phone to call her, but she didn't answer. She was probably too drunk. So I run around for half an hour trying to find pants. So Mrs. Drank goes and gets Alicia who lends me pants, which was very nice.
I've just been so emotional lately and I absolutely hate it. I have all these feelings of seclusion, and lately I've just been feeling like I wasn't good enough. I think I'm just really, really stupid. I need to be slapped.
I'm just not in the mood to write right now.
I conclude.
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