I'm in class right now. I hate not having a computer.

I have no music. I have no deviantart. Not having a computer sucks. And I DON'T KNOW when I get a new one/get this fixed. Screw me. After paying back megan, I'm saving up for my own laptop.

Ugh.

My Dad's dumb, so now I'm not sure, but I SHOULD be ungrounded tomorrow. But again, my dad can say things and change his mind and make me kill myself sometimes, so God Knows that if I say I'll be ungrounded, I'll be grounded.

I'm not looking forward to that whole six-hours-to-write-a-seven-page-research paper thing. Not at all. I guess I'll jsut pull an all-nighter. Yeah. THAT's what I'll do. After killing myself.

"I'm gonna buy Team Jumpe when it's out."

That's what I just told Liz.

I only know my first 8 lines by heart. And I haven't gotten to practice them with another human yet, so God Knows rehearsal will suck. Ughhhh.

Yanno what? I'm pessimistic. I'm very, very pessimistic. I'm angry. And Sad. And Pessimistic.

I don't like where this day is going. I don't like where this week is going.

I'm lonely.

I suck.

Let's
get
self
deprecating.



I'm so pessimistic. Life sucks. Tomorrow's gonna suck too. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after.

It sucks when you finally figure out who you care about, admit it to yourself, and have to deal with never having that same feeling returned. That sucks.

And so this week will suck. And so next week will suck. And the week after.

You know what else sucks? This month. And next month.

This journal sucks. This day sucks. My life sucks.