k, I'm trying to convince my mom right now. Earlier, I opened a fortune cookie, and it said "Negotiations move along smoothly. The outcome is favorable!"

It's a sign! All hope may not be lost! =O

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My mom is sending me to the local high school due to some subpar performance in school. I'll be murdered the first day. So sad to have my life cut short.

2 more months of life left for me... or sooner.

-vent, pardon language-

FRICKIN TAKE THE EVENTS WRITTEN IN THIS JOURNAL AND MULTIPLY IT 1600 TIMES INCLUDING A BULLET THROUGH MY HEART.

THE HORRIFYING THOUGHT IS THAT EVERYONE WHO HAS SEEN ME IN MIDDLE SCHOOL WILL RECOGNIZE ME AT FIRST GLANCE. THAT MEANS EVERYONE FRICKIN KNOWS ME. EVERYONE FRICKIN HATES ME. EVERYONE FRICKIN FRICKS ME UP WHENEVER THEY GET THE FRICKIN CHANCE. AND THERE'S NO FRICKIN THING I CAN FRICKIN DO ABOUT IT.

THAT FRICKIN SCHOOL HAS POLICE ROAMING AROUND THE ENTIRE CAMPUS. THE STUDENTS THERE ARE FRICKIN JUVENILES VIOLATING THEIR FRICKIN PAROLE. EVERY STUDENT IS FRICKIN OUT TO GET ME AND GET RID OF ME FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.

(not everyone, though. when I mean student, I mean the generic people, not the awesome/normal/friendly people.)

I TRIED FRICKIN REASONING WITH MY MOM AND SHE WOULDN'T FRICKIN GET IT. I TRIED TO REMIND HER OF WHAT HAPPENED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, BUT SHE WOULDN'T GET IT EITHER.

I TOLD HER I CAN DO BETTER NEXT YEAR, BUT SHE JUST WOULDN'T FRICKIN BELIEVE ME.

I JUST DON'T FEEL THAT SHE EVEN FRICKIN CARES IF I DIE AT THAT SCHOOL. WOULD SHE RATHER HAVE A PAR STUDENT OR A DEAD STUDENT?!

MY LIFE IS GRINDING TO A SCREECHING HALT! IT'S BEEN BAD BEFORE, BUT THIS IS JUST THE APOCALYPSE FOR ME! I HAVEN'T CRIED THIS MUCH SINCE MY LAST INJURY THAT SENT ME TO THE HOSPITAL BACK IN MIDDLE SCHOOL! SCREW MY LIFE!

I've regained hope!