I can’t believe it. My childhood is almost over. Actually I wouldn’t call elementary school my childhood, but still. It’s going to be over. Like, I’ll be going to a place with millions of people I don’t know. And actually learning. Imagine that. Sarcasm.
The next few days are going to kill me. I just know it. And hopefully I won’t cry randomly. But I probably will. So. Tomorrow’s the talent show – nothing of interest, other than just listening to music, probably. Wednesday we go to Bby North fro the whole day. Doing something. And Thursday’s Playland camping day. No, we’re not camping, but whatever. Friday might make me cry. Eh. No. I will be terribly bored and lonely. Because people’ll be socializing. I suck at socializing. Just saying. I also do not plan to be good at it. I mean . . . gossiping. Peer pressure. I call the food, anyways.
(I like associating different things with different things, like the song Sweetness with Choutarou Ohtori. I also associate asthma, piano, violin, and candy with Choutarou.)
I dread summer break. Although nothing will happen (I meant nothing good will happen), it’ll be the same: driving myself to the brink of depression, depression, early curfews, alarms (that wake you up), driving myself nuts, trying to apologize to a rock, and paranoia. I need, like, a vacation. That bad.
I just want to go hide somewhere, preferably at home, in my mom’s closet, and hide there until the world ends.
Funny – I started this post in a moderately good mood, but by the end I’m back to depressed.
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