• I am flying high so i should probably start writing I hate much it's started to feel like an obligation lately a homework assignment i leave until two in the morning oh dear, i think i misplaced my motivation again i don't know if i even have enough left to start looking my back really kills and i don't know why i could be pregnant see, there's my deepest darkest secret documented now, my first almost terrible i feel stupid for letting it get that far but it was spur of the moment, bad teen movie, trojan extasy condom commercial excitement wihtout the actual product or for him it was atleast i just gave myself over for me it was blah, payback for him doing my homework but i'm trying to be a good girl so i'm not going to complain i think i might take some e with this random kid i met next weekend i will probably have to lie to matt, but that's ok it's only the getting caught part that i would feel bad about recently, i've started hating everyone okay fine, not recently but just more than usual no one appreciates my condescending comments i can feel myself being hated i go home and talk to matt and read now during lunch so i don't have to worry about staying silent i just wrote an essay about marxism and crime and punishment i didn't read the book i think it came out great i don't really know which class i would fall into under a marxist lens i mean i do have a shitty minimum wage job, but it's kind of fake i don't actually need it, unlike the college dropouts who take a bus to work from hartford oh god that sounded snobby i'm sorry i would take it back but no one ever taught me what to replace it with so basically, i am just a poser in the world of $8 an hour and smile/scan Or atleast a conditional poser Technically it's not me who has money, it's my parents and assuming i go to college get married and give them cute grandkids then i get money too more than $8 an hour kind of money But then again if i don't... well, i'm fucked or atleast fucked until i submit to my opressors of the burgoisie and work the same job i had as a teenager for the rest of my life i really don't know where i'm going with this i think i'll stop we all know i'm going to college

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