So I cut class today, for the very first time. Granted it was only for about ten minutes, but it was in the Rooster's class, so it was bloody amazing. My heart was beating fast, my temples pumbing, and my mind atumble. But GAWD was it amazing! Stupid Rooster, stupid public speaking. I also dealt with yet another death, more bruises, bruise that are growing (there's something slightly wrong with that.), and more cuts. Back to long sleeves again. Le sigh. But I guess that's what I get for staying in this house. Some people think they have it so bad, but they know nothing. Nothing of what real pain is. I'm tired of the emo kids. I'm tired of the preps. I'm tired of the rich spoiled kids I have to interact with daily. The kids who try to be ghetto and act like their lives are so awful. HELLO? JUST BECAUSE YOU GET DRUNK AND YOUR PARENTS YELL AT YOU DOES NOT MEAN YOUR LIFE IS BAD!!! On yet another note, Poptart is going to be in London, Paris, and Oxford with us this summer. The only places I wan to be over these two months. And she will be taking the plane home with us. So I have to watch the stupid 15 year old slut making out with my 18 year old brother for sixteen HOURS. I'll be suprised if I make it back alive. Father's drunk again. So is Mother, again. Avoiding the hell hole of life. TWO MORE YEARS TILL FREEDOM! thank you for reading an actual rant. *bows*