retro lj, retro lj, retro lj

my social group in high school all had livejournals. I kept one from 9th grade probably until last year, when I realized I didn't want to remember a single thing that had happened to me in that span of time. Anyway, I do remember having plenty of melodramatic angsty entries during this dark time period (a lot of which I have suppressed.) So I present to you a channeling of one of the more traumatic events I am able to recall:

MAY 22 2005

MUSIC: TORI AMOOOOS

Dear LJ

today was SO BAD I can only think of ONE REASON to stay alive and that is to see what happens to me WHEN HIGH SCHOOL IS OVER. the guinea pig is not even talking to me. I don't get it. what is texting, by the way? why do you all do it?

I was in biology today- so bad- we were watching this stupid movie about chickens and then all of a sudden I was like my face was realllllly itchy. so I was all like WTF and excuse myself to Mr. ______ to go to the bathroom.

then the next thing I know is there is a lot of blood streaming from my nose! OMG I FELT LIKE CARRIE! then I kept sneezing and sneezing and before I knew it, the bathroom was all covered in MY, BLOOD. what a great day to wear a white hoodie, too!

THEN THESE CHEERLEADERS CAME IN. I could hear them screaming as I hid in the stall!

SILENT ALL THESE YEARS