It’s Just One Massive Load Of Crap

Year 12.

I swear, it’s just one serious mindfuck that doesn’t get any better as the year goes on. It doesn’t get worse either.

It’s like listening to (and having to look at) a dull uno-browed mono-toned man for months at a time. Ew.

Or listening to James Blunt non-stop. Double ew.

Or it’s like living in some hell where I have some stupid dead end job where nobody cares about me and I’m stapling pieces of paper or something for the rest of my fucking miserable life. The only kick I’d get outta the job was if I was to staple the paper to my damn head.

Go rape yourself high school. I hate you.

Over and out.