F***K LIFE

F***k life. Like, seriously. I don't even know if I have one anymore. All the wh***s at school who pretend like they're my friends but go about bitching about me to anybody who will listen - anyone from the ninth to eleventh grade, my bloody f***king best friend who just doesn't care when I get mad at her, who pretends like she really cares about me. Hey, bi***, guess what? I am sick of this shit. I am so sick of telling you that you look pretty, that you have beautiful hair and listening to stories about all the guys you meet and acting like I'm totally okay with it! And the best part is, you know that I don't have a life, that I don't have guys into me all the time, and you just wanna RUB IT IN. And about teachers, oh, they just LOVE me. They pick on me whenever they're bored. For random stuff. Like bringing a magazine. Its a FRICKIN' MAGAZINE. Hey, the feeling's mutual okay? But you don't see me complaining you to your f***in parents about it! And oh, my parents. Like this shit ain't enough, my parents gotta shout at me every single minute of the day. Like "Hey, stop watching TV all day, and go do something useful." I'M ON SUMMER FRICKIN' VACATION. This is what all normal kids do on vacation when they're parents can't take 'em to Hawaii and stuff. So overall, my life sucks so much, that I think I might need a vacation from my vacation.