Post by PEYTON MICHAEL DANIELS on Feb 10, 2012 18:45:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center]  dear journal, [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] [/style]Well, shit. That was gay. Fuck, that was just as bad. Ugh. Nevermind. Dear whatever moron actually reads this, So, this is my first official day here, and, honestly? It's nothing like I imagined. At all. Well, aside from one thing. Everyone looks fucking rich. Scratch that--everyone is fucking rich. Or, at least everyone I've caught sight of so far seems to be. You know, the whole.. expensive clothing, perfect hair, great grades kinda shit. This is so far from what I'm used to, it isn't even funny. Where I come from, everyone is so chill about everything. No one can afford a the types of sunglasses that these people have, for fuck's sake. How I ended up here, I don't even know. Anyways, I guess I should be thankful. I've signed up for the football team and track, so I mean.. at least I'll have something to look forwards to. Aside from that, I doubt there's much else. The girls are way too good for a guy like me, and majority of the guys make me want to throw myself from a cliff. This is going to be one damn-long year. Wish me luck. Ignore that.. this is just a journal. Fuck, I'm loosing it. Kill me now. feeling; shitty. listening to; remember the name - fort minor. TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0 |
