Don't you worry there my honey

Yeah, I'm testing out mobile blogging because sis said so. Well I'd be damned, it's hard to text on this BlackBerry. Maybe that's why I'm not too fond of the idea of getting a new one from dad.

Soon they'll give our report cards, and I don't want to know how my scores are. I bet I'm gonna place second again. I mean, seriously? I know I'm not too active in class, but that doesn't mean the teachers gotta mark me as dumb. I just don't like answering questions, because the other kids'll think that I'm showing off or things like that, but I'm not. My grades now suffered because of them. Come on, if I get first place they'll mock me and despise me, if I get second they're suddenly wishing I was out from the competition.

That hurt you jerks. I just never show it, but it fucking hurts. Why can't you let me be? Why do you always think so lowly of me? It's so difficult to find someone who understands, because no one would listen, and I'd have to keep this all inside. Sometimes I wish I could slit my throat in front of them and say "you all fucking made me do this. It's all your fucking fault." But I know they don't care. I'm just a nobody who they all want gone.
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