don't read this either.

so i guess this is my new hobby for this week.

you know i got up this morning, and i remembered mrs. navinskis. she was russian. i walked into her class and sat to the blonde stacey was her name. and brian he stole my card that had a picture of me on it. i didn't anyone to see it because i knew they would make fun. and the summer..really i felt it was just like that summer this morning. that year, the first day of summerschool i remember getting up and putting on clothes with the sickest of feelings inside. that i had to deal with those horrid faces again. then on the way to school i threw up my breakfast. it was yellow. but i still went.
just that this morning feelings had no ground. i 'm more programmed to feel sick than i really am, most of the time.

kids are so cruel when they're ten.

and then they get worse: they learn how to hide it.