As per norm I've done diddly-squat all day.  Let's see how the rest of the week will be like!  Tomorrow after school I give blood.  Then that night is the spring band concert, to further torment myself.  Wednesday the rehearsal for graduating, and then I work four to close.  While missing a pint of blood, mind you.  Thursday is the convocation and then waterslides till four in the morning with me parading my fat ass around.  Joy, joy!  And then Friday is the prom which I will celebrate without my boyfriend, and then after is the lock-in which is a ridiculous attempt to keep kids from partying and getting wasted afterwards.  Whoo fucking hoo.  Did I mention the math test on Thursday on material I don't know how to do?

Damnit.  I hate this so damn much.

I'd apologize for ranting but there's no need since no one cares.  I've gone from being high and craving drugs and other highs to crashing and craving some sort of physical released.  Running, hitting something, cutting myself.

Ahh, the latter.  It has been so long, actually.  I want to so much right now.  With a fucking razor blade.  But I have to wear a bathing suit in two days.