9:54 p.m.
October 24, 2002
I fucking hate this place.
I hate school, I hate friends, I hate life... everyone puts me on edge so much. I don't want to be around these people, they make me feel unwanted and nervous.
I'll be yelled at if I make examples, so I won't.
I had Latin today. Latin depresses me. Even though I got huge scores in both test and quiz, Mr. Tylinski manages to make you feel depressed about it.
I had physics today. I think I get it, but I probably don't.
I had English today. Worst. Movie. Ever.
I finished my costume. I'd tell you about it, but I have this condition. But it has a real, working, film-full camera.
I hate other people.