Hi. Long time no blogging. I haven't been blogging. HAHA. Anyway. Got chased out of PW class by Mr Kellett. My group not putting enough effort or something like that. How to? I hate not having a workable printer at home.
My Dad's in hospital and I have to come to school and face this kind of shit PW thingy. If it is not for the admission to a University, I would have never taken up this PW shit. Mr Kellett told us that if we were not interested he could de-register us from it. I wanted to scream, 'YES! DO IT! DO IT!' But how could I?
Where could I go without a passing grade for PW? Not having a workable printer is one thing. Being BROKE is another. FUCKING HELL. I'm broke for nuts.
I have to ask my mom for 50 dollars tomorrow to pay for so many fucking things. I think I'm not going to watch the movies with anybody. So maybe, Sophie, I can't go. Maybe.
I have to buy the History book that costs $33.85, when it is so fucking thin? Crap. What the hell. The more I write the more angry I get. Then i have to buy Great Expectations and pay for the post production party. But how could I ask money from my Mom or Dad?
My Dad told me he gave me the money before. But I cannot recall. I hate having STM. So I cannot ask from him. There goes my money link. I can't ask my Mom. She is having her own problems since my Dad's in the hospital. I really feel like I don't belong here. Sometimes it makes me feel like slitting my wrist is a good thing. But maybe not.
Now I am in debt because I owe Melissa her 25 dollars and here I am having to pay all these things. You know what. This flexibility of JC is so not my style. Secondary school used to have a booklist so that at the start of the year parents could get frantic over the money for textbooks and after that no worries. But in JC. The teacher just slams you with something to buy and you realise. You're fucking broke. Though the history book was meant to buy a long time ago, but I was still broke then. I think I'm going nuts.
I really want to quit school. You know. Leave this fucking place. And probably this country even. What am I to do then. Only God knows. I hate life. I want it to end. I want a new beginning. But how. Life is still restricted by the people around you no matter what and I feel so trapped in a cage and I can't breathe. I think I'm going mad. God save me.
.Rm.Ch.Ls.Fb.Rh.


