Date: 25th of September 2008.
Subject: School.
Subject: School.
Currently, we're only 16 in my class, next year 12. or maybe less.
Because we're going to be 12, we might get mixed in the other classes - don't want that!
and I'm looking for a private shcool (or just another school) but the list is too long. And the 'Nordgaardskolen' is, well, what can you say - 'ruined' so many people from there are maybe moving to my school. - Don't want that, 'cause they're all bastards.
- My life's just a big bunch of trash. No one wants it - throwing it away, when they think they don't need it anymore. Can't recycle it. Can't use it. - It's broken, and no one can make it all good again.
I'm getting to be more like a facade, laughing, smiling, happy, writing happy stuff, whatvever. But god, how great I am to lock myself in. I hardly ever speak to peoples, only when I'm really happy. But that's very unusual for me to be.
Tomorrow will be a better yesterday -- no.
