Is There A Place

So I've become addicted to this song. Again.

I HATE YOU AYUMU.

So once upon a time, I was happily walking through A building, minding my own GOD DAMN business. When this hawaiian girl bumps into me. Her binder scrapes the back side of my arm and it starts to sting. OW. I should've said something. But she'd kill me.

Then. I went back to Ayumu's class for 2nd period. Telling him my story about this hawaiian girl. He starts to tell me that I need to put rubbing alcohol on it. But I'm like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOFUCKTHAT. Cuz it would hurt, right? Yes. So here I am. Sitting, being the good girl that I am. Smiling and cheerful. When the evil son of a crapface grabs a LOAD of hand sanitizer and slaps it on my fucking sore ass cut. And I'm like. WHATTHEFUCKISYOURPROBLEMAHHHHHHHHH. I couldn't help it. ): I started crying. CUZITFUCKINGSTINGSLIKEHELL. And now he keeps touching it. ): And it still stings. Ouch, Charlie. ):

Who's That Kid?

I'm in Yokota's right now. Fuckingasshole.

I should've chose someone else to TA for.

Anyway.

I was casually walking down the hallway in A Building to his classroom, when I overheard a hawaiian guy ask "Who's that kid?"

It didn't take very long to realize that he was talking about a little boy I've been seeing around school A LOT lately. He looks like he's in 3rd grade. Yeah. That bad. Anywho. The guy that asked the question was talking to this other hawaiian guy. Hawaiian guy number #2 answered "Who knows, brah."

I looked at the little boy again and realized that he looked sort of like a duck.

Not literally a duck.

But he could've been a duck before a human. 

Just thought I'd let you know.

I've decided that band camp is gonna be THEFUCKINGAWESOMESTCAMPINGTRIPEVER. Yeah. Prettymuch. Our pranks are pretty good I guess. The underclassmen one is SUPER good. I want a supersoaker. I think you should get me one.

Hopeless Love

Can you take this silence like a pill so I can breathe again
I've been trying to ignore the best parts of you
But I'm still hoping that I'll be with you somehow,somehow
Please be home tonight
I'll die if I don't get a chance to make this just right
I'm sorry but I can't forget about the way I feel
Every time you're here.

But really, who's fault was it?

It's okay, it's okay.

Please don't cry.

I'm here, I'm here.

I'll always be here.