dear chevelle,
i don't like you. you piss me off. majorly. i mean. every single time i start to like somebody you and your "hoish" ways make it impossible for them to even notice i like them. and even if they do, they're gonna like you because they know your more "open" to things. and the funny thing is, you admitted to doing it last year, but you won't this year. i would really love to hit you. and i might just do that. i just ugh.
you honestly piss me off more then alvin. yeah...that's possible, but i don't know why. argh
Haylea.
dear mother,
i don't like you at the moment either. you must think i'm a machine. i can't do all of this, and all of that in this amount of time. it's not possible. i can't be perfect. and if you don't tell your hubby to stop movin my **** i'm gonna hurt the man. honestly.
haylea.
dear people of reynolds,
tomorrow is gonna be a bad day. do not tick me off. so far tonight has sucked, and i just have this little feeling inside of me that tomorrow will too. so, if i say stop you'd better stop. and if i tell you not to talk to me, you better keep your lips zipped. and to you unsuspecting incilents (sp) and the ones that are as nice as can be...sorry if i'm a little hostile.
haylea.
dear kiddos,
i have an urge to hit something. i need a punching bag, or a little brother. i'm not even kidding on this one. i'm not usually this hostile, and i'm not usually seeking this much pain to others, but there is just one kid...well...a lot of kids that are really ticking me off. i don't mean to be a female dog to you but i just can't help it. i'm upset, i'm moody. i may be bipolar. but i doubt it...expecially if it's just been for like a week or two. i hope i don't hurt your feelings.
haylea.
dear teachers,
i have a feeling that i'm going to fail all of your classes, except you ms. latini, i suck at math. i have a c. a low c. i hate science and it's early in the morning. i have a c. a middle c. foods....ugh. thats just another subject. i don't suck at it, and i don't hate foods. i just....don't like you. you give too much work, and you think we're all robots. maybe if you lightened up a little and was actually nice you may have more kids doing their work. i need to do a lot of crap for your class. and i need a bigger binder.
haylea.