Just when I thought it was going be be okay.
Hah!
School is a rollercoster. One minute I'm thrilled and the next minute I'm bawling my eyes out for twenty four hours.
The ' incident' shall we call it has been dragged on until next week. They mask it under the name ' closure' but let us all be grown up and call it what it is by it's big, FAT ugly name: Confrontation. I'll have to sit there on the other side of the table and tell this woman I barely know why I decided to throw a hissy fit in the guidance consellor's office on her account( supposedly).
The life line has been temporarily in hybernation for now. I don't know if it is writers block or if I'm just too lazy and covet my time watching television instead.
To whomever is reading this ( besides my imaginary friends Shandon, Jessica and Hilary who told me in a dream that they prefer to be called Shandi, Jess and Hills-to which I replied that Shandi sounded like a prostitute and anyone with the nickname Hills was bound to have social problems,plural)I'll write soon I promise. It's hard to believe that you've joined forces and are begging my agent for me to uncover my next plot, but I can't take the pressure. You'll live, ok? And stop sending my orange-flavored chocolate that you have to smack over concrete to break up. It upsets my ulcer.
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