Err. I fucking hate my fucking school.
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Okay. Well like i'm always being labelled the emo [not that there is anything wrong with emos] but i can't just be Alyssa. Because i choose to be me i have to put up with constant remarks like "Go cut your wrists" and "Why don't you just kill yourself. Or they can spit on me. Yes they spit on me. Like today, there was this fuckhead[whom i don't speak to because if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anthing at all] from my year and this kid. Who got some slurpee and intentionally spat on me. Like what the fuck?!

Meanwhile my councellor can't help me so she just wants to put me on fucking drugs. Then i do an English assignment, the teacher says it's okay, i hand it into the sub and she chucks a spaz and gives it to my year advisor, who calls my mum and tells her i need Anti-Depressants. SO my mum cries now she keeps trying to have heart to hearts. I don't want to talk about my feelings.

ERRR!!!!!!!!

Sorry, just in a bad mood.