Where do I start? Today...I don't even feel like talking about today. I went home and cried for about two hours straight, because of all the garbage I'm in. I don't even want to look at my teachers. I'm afraid I have some stigma on me, that they all know what they did. I'm so ashamed. Double detention and a whole lot of frustration over stupid choices.
Yeah, so basically, I didn't decide to get dentention. I mean, who does? But because I have SAT classes, of course it's double. It's the story of my life. I really do get screwed over all the time. It's true. I'm so insanely guilty that it's unbelievable. And for once, it's not even my fault. Maybe it is. I don't know, everything's my fault all the time...
Seriously, I'm so washed out I don't even want to talk about this issue. It's over, done with, whatever. Honestly, I think I've lost all feeling right now, all emotion is basically gone away with my tears. After holding them back for so long in school, when I got home I just couldn't stop crying. Because I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WAS WRONG. Seriously, screw blaming the teacher. I mean, it was WRONG. Why can't anyone ever just admit to their mistakes? That's what pisses me off the most. It's like, okay, admit to it, move on.
Frig any sort of anarchy. I don't support it anymore. If this is what punk is about, I want no part of it. I'll stay a whiny little poseur, thank you very much. And you know what? I honestly don't care.
- Punk Rock Cinderella -
