FUCK MY LIFE. Like seriously man? Seriously? WTF.

Yea. Today was fucking gay.

More bs. I fell asleep in morning classes. Did absolutely nothing productive the entire day. I basically went with the flow.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I played basketball with Rendell's neighbors. I basicall injured myself playing against black people. FML. I got hit in the head twice. The other is a shove. Then I twisted my left ankle and practically sprained it to end the fucking day. Fucking great right?

SO NOW I HAVE TWO, YES TWO, TWO FUCKING SPRAINED ANKLES. LEFT AND FUCKING RIGHT. FML.

I guess I will have to sit out on sports and shit for a while.


I get home, relax thinking the day was going fine. Then I notice my fucking Geometry notebook is fuckking gone. YEAH. IT'S FUCKING GONE! FUCKING GREAT RIGHT? NOW, IF MRS. V DOESN'T HAVE THAT SHIT, THEN I WILL HAVE TO RE-DO THE WHOLE SHIT. FUCK MY LIFE.

Plus to add up to it, I guess I totally blew my chances with Rose. I don't know, I guess I have given up. I don't see anything in the world right now, to give me confidence to even TRY, TRY and fucking break myself again. FML.

Relay For Life on Saturday guys! :D NO. BECAUSE THAT SHIT ISN'T GOING TO PULL THROUGH. Now I have no choice but to hang out with my "family", which consists of fucking cousins going on their own. FML.

I just finished reading Vivian's blog, and she's going to move. GREAT! ANOTHER CLOSE FRIEND MOVING AWAY. FUCKING GREAT. I'LL PROBABLY NEVER SEE HER AGAIN, BECAUSE SHE'S GOING TO BE AT SACRAMENTO. FUCK MY LIFE.


FUCK MY LIFE.