If you're in my English class - then I have a confession: yes, I have mentally willed you to burst into flames.

What can I say? It's 0 period, I get there at 7:15 munching on toast and drinking juice from a pouch.
And you're all idiots.

I hate that I have stigma for being right, for pointing things out. I've just given up. I have to hold back my arrogance.

The one kid, the dramatic kid, has poems that are actually pretty good. I like him. He was actually almost cute before he bleached his hair.

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