The drive to school is always a blur.
I wake up. Looks like just another rainy day. It’s 6 AM. Time for school. I hop in the bathroom. Light a joint, and look at myself if the mirror. Is this who I really want to be?
The drive to school is always a blur.
I barely ever do anything in this class however today this kid Brad tries to start a fight but nothing happens.
Today i took a quiz then had a conversation with the girl sitting next to me. She’s into me but is blatently disgusting.
My wrestling coach is the teacher so in here i never do anything and always receive an A.
My fat shit of a teacher caught me cheating on a test and flunked me. Fuck.
Lunch – I always save my money for a bag of marijuana so i go light up outside.
I decide i don’t want to stick around for science and leave.
Later, that day i go home and sleep.
3:30 PM. I wake up, it’s time for wrestling practice.
7:30 PM. Home from practice, decide to smoke another joint.
Finally i go to sleep.
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