I'd rather be a comma, than a full stop.

Alright I’m in a mad mood so I’m going to complain and probably not post a lot this week until Sunday because yeah. School work. 

So Chantelle comes up to me and says “So I went up to him and slapped him three times.”

And I’m like, “ok.”

And then she says, “Yeah I slapped him three times like this -slaps me.-“

And then I said, “ok.”

And then she says, “Yeah and I told him that he can’t treat me like he did all those other girls.”

And I said, “ok.”

And then she said, “And then I broke up with him.”

And then I said, “ok.”

And then she said, “Yeah and that’s when I slapped him three times.”

And then I walked away. 

Omg fucking vocabulary.

And I’m working on my reading just after I did my geometry. And then I have writing and then I have piano. ugh. I remember why I fucking hate school. 

Dear Mr. Jenkins. Thank you for giving me so much to complain about. Love, your studen.

I have 40 math problems, an essay, two letters, and reading due tomorrow. 

I wanna be in elementary school again wahhh.