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School is draining. It sucked out all my energy and money. I'm just blankly staring at my textbooks wondering what I'm supposed to do with them: burn, rip, recycle, and perhaps read?
My room is depressing, I feel like a prisoner. The lime green Chinese take-out box that once made my shallow self extremely thrilled is now the centre of my hate. I want to rip it off my message board and throw it away. It represents all the good and happiness in the world – it represents unrealism! For an inanimate object, it’s quite the liar. I want to puke.
Speaking of boxes, I found this really dusty box in the basement. It’s labeled “Denise - Miscellaneous”. I opened the box to see what it hides. There, I found two Sailor Moon action figures (my favourite toys when I was seven), Spice Girls stickers (it’s not like you didn’t like them too!), this horrific, “I love Baby-Sitter Club” pin (ok, that I’m quite ashamed of), marbles and some diary entries. I refuse to talk about those entries, as a matter of fact; I want to burn them along with my textbooks. Reading those darned thoughts revived a past I choose not to visit. Heh, we are all running away from the past – well, at least I am.
Anyway, November is another month of fighting insomnia. Pray for me. I don’t think I’m going to survive school. Sigh, but then again, no sweat…no glory.
My room is depressing, I feel like a prisoner. The lime green Chinese take-out box that once made my shallow self extremely thrilled is now the centre of my hate. I want to rip it off my message board and throw it away. It represents all the good and happiness in the world – it represents unrealism! For an inanimate object, it’s quite the liar. I want to puke.
Speaking of boxes, I found this really dusty box in the basement. It’s labeled “Denise - Miscellaneous”. I opened the box to see what it hides. There, I found two Sailor Moon action figures (my favourite toys when I was seven), Spice Girls stickers (it’s not like you didn’t like them too!), this horrific, “I love Baby-Sitter Club” pin (ok, that I’m quite ashamed of), marbles and some diary entries. I refuse to talk about those entries, as a matter of fact; I want to burn them along with my textbooks. Reading those darned thoughts revived a past I choose not to visit. Heh, we are all running away from the past – well, at least I am.
Anyway, November is another month of fighting insomnia. Pray for me. I don’t think I’m going to survive school. Sigh, but then again, no sweat…no glory.
01 November, 2005 | Dee said something at 9:40 PM