Can't wait to see how many times I'll fuck things up this year.

So, yeah, I don't think I can be nice till February even. I just wan't to be me. And more me and less anybody else. Fuck what people say, I don't wanna care. I'll care when the time comes. So STFU.

The classes are going fine so far. I didn't break a big rule or make a case in college or something...yet.

Let's just hope I'll last this Senior Year. Who knew being seventeen could be this hard? Oh yeah, I did. Most of us did. The drama's and stuff. I enjoyed popularity and ignorance. And I also have suffered the popularity and ignorance. I did enjoy the homework and assignments, sometimes. Weird? I know. That's so not like me. 

Well, let's go on to the "friends".

The old friends I had. The ones who were super duper nice to me.

Aand the same friends who stabbed me behind my back and ruthlessly in front of me.

...

No no no no.

Al, stop it with the old stuff.

Just let bygones be bygones. <--- I really need to follow this shit.

Noww,

this is for the people who commented on my looks.

Y'know, the teachers.

They said I'm being wayyyy too fashionable just to go to school. Well DUHH, we don't have uniforms remember? Grr. I don't care if you say anything bad about me, but just keep this in your rusted little brains:

If you're gonna insult me, at least be creative and put it in a First Class manner.

xoxo, Al ♥