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failing falling and trying to care

Well first off, I'm pretty sure I'm getting kicked out of my English and Sociology classes. That's such an odd thought. I mean, I used to love school. I used to be good at it. Now it's all hard and confusing and I don't understand it.
Anyway, what else is up...Other than the whole school thing, I've had a pretty good week. I got to see my friends on Wednsday. That was really nice, because I love spending time with them. Especially around the holidays :) I got to bring them flowers, which I've been meaning to do for a while. I think they liked them. I read to them, too. They seemed like they were in good spirits :)
Today I found a dollar in the gutter. That made my day :)
I've been listening to Kevin Smith podacts all day. I just discovered them a few weeks ago and not I'm addicted.

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creepy crypt

I'm watching an episode of Tales from the Crypt where this guy is hancuffed to a dead cop. He's dragging his body around the dessert while talking to himself. There's also a giant vulture following them both.
This is intense.

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tragedy in connecticut

They were just kids. KIDS!!! They were only children. Children who won't get to see the light of day ever again. Those 20 kids are never going home to their parents. Their hearts will never ever thump out another beat.
How can a person do this? How can the world be so ugly, so evil, so sick and unfair? Why?
I have a 5-year-old sister. I want to cover her face, sheild her from the uglyness of this world. I want her to be safe and happy. I don't want her to know that the whole wide world is completely fucked. I want her to have hope. For herself, for her family, for the world. But what if I can't protect her? Sooner or later she's gonna see the sickness of mankind. What do I do then? What do I do when she cries to me that the world is ugly and she doesn't want to be a part of it anymore? How will I comfort her when she would rather live in her mind than on Earth? I won't be able to lie to her that it's all going to be fine. It's not! It's not okay! It's not okay!

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This will backfire, I'm sure.

So today I cut school. I woke up in a weird mood, feeling half happy, half angry. Half Ferris Bueller's Day Off, half Friday The 13th. In any case, I decided to skip all my classes today. I took a nice walk around the area, had some coffee, panicked about skipping classes, calmed down, and drew some cartoons. By the end of my little endeavor, my head felt clear and empty.
I can't shake the feeling that this is going to come back and bite me in the ass later, because I'm already 2 weeks behind in all my classes.

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Friends suck.

Just tossing it out there: friends are overrated. All they do is whine, and then when you try to tell them what you're going through, all they say is "My problems are a million times worse than yours."
Okay, i didn't ask for you to make me feel bad! I asked you to listen to me for a minute!
They don't care about you, all they care about it themselves. They don't want to hear about your problems. Don't want to look.

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It's been an eventful week

So I've had an interesting week. Some good things happened, some bad things happened.
GOOD THINGS! :D
*New Adventure Time was great.
*I baked cookies today.
*I finally got around to drawing the skeleton from The Black Parade.
*I watched Life On The Murder Scene for the 3rd time.
*My friend is back in town and I got to see her.
*The weather is fabulous.
*I stood up to an old hag at the library.
BAD THINGS (boo, hiss)
*I found out that my dad was in a street gang in Buffalo NY when he was a teenager.
*My best friend didn't like the drawing I drew for him for his birthday.
*I went to the dollar store with 2 of my friends, and store employees kept walking by us and quite obviously checking to make sure we weren't shoplifting. It was actually incredibly embarrassing. Made me feel ashamed to be a teenager.

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This thing I can't talk about

So, there's this thing I can't really talk about. I can't tell my family, my friends, or anyone else I know about this thing. But I feel like I need to get it off my chest. It's starting to drive me crazy that I'm alone with this 'secret', and I feel like I have to tell somebody. So I thought this would be a good place. Everyone here is so nice and welcoming and accepting :) So, well, here goes:
I have an imaginary friend. I'm 14 years old and I have an imaginary friend. His name is Bozo, and he's awesome. He's pretty much the coolest, kindest person I know. And quite frankly, he is my best friend. Bozo's always there for me when I need him, and when no one else is there. He's there when I'm shattered, and he's there when I'm having the time of my life. I love him like a best friend.