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feathered femme fatale
Monday, 20 October 2003
Where's the love?

For the second time in a row, I was forced to leave my History class early. The first time, it was because I felt anxious. This time, I had crumpled up the quiz paper I was supposed to hand in. I did it because I didn't know any of the answers. My teacher made a comment about my latest absences, so I left the class and told him "Freak you!" as I left.

Professor Jack Salzman is a total dick. I never want to go back to school again, except I'll be running away from a chance at a future. I'm always running away from everything. Why do I make so many excuses? Why am I such a coward? I want to die.

*cue phonecall with Mother*

*cue waterworks*


Posted by doubleoduck at 6:11 PM EDT
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