"Style doesn't matter when you're on your back." - Remember that fact.

- "We're going to play soccer today."
- "Kill me, why don't you?" x____x''

Jenny seriously hates soccer.
She can't kick a ball.
And sometimes she's terrified of it.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
'Cause it will hurt you.

I'm at school atm, writing on a computer in the library.
Had to eat alone at lunch today.
Sort of sucked, but I survived.
And it was my own fault anyway.

The day started out great.
Except for the whole "Ugh, I hate getting up at 6."- thing.
But that all went away after gym.
I can't get these stupid tears out of my eyes.
("Getting them out" doesn't equal crying.)

Can't think of anything else to say.
So I guess this is goodbye.