tomorrow is the district meet. i hate coach orvin. he’s soo mean. like, nothing’s ever good enough for him. even when i try my best and when i do something good, i never get any slack. i hate him and how he smells like fish and how he looks in his green shirt. how he has a burnt face. how messy his hair is and how i never understand a single f’in word he says! it’s pure hatred. if we loose, don’t blame us.. blamne yourself mother F!
So many things have been happeneing and i find myself sitting in my room saying,”is it Saturday already?!”
MY LEZBOE. i love the rain. we love it.
don’t talk to me.. cuz i won’t talk back.