Dear.. Journal?

Mom got me this for my birthday. She said that I could write my thoughts about..stuff? Anyhow tomorrow is the first day of school..well hell. I hate hell because

1. I have no friends so like I always say I'm a lone wolf.

2. Work. The work in my school is so hard for me. I can't even understand half of the questions. Also why does it matter? Half of the stuff we're doing is pretty much useless.

3. Teachers. Some of the teachers are so mean that even the builles get scared. Some don't even do their jobs and just either talk to other teachers or go on their phone. Some are so boring that even the nerds would fall asleep. Then there are some teachers who..actual do their jobs and aren't boring. We rarely get them.

4. I have a crush..and it's a guy. Except the guy is straight. Yay.. I did try to get over him, but it's not working. Then again who would date an ugly, awkward, sarcastic, emo guy like me? I mean come on..

~out of journal~

"Oh my gosh! You're using the diary! How lame" Said Maria "1. It's not lame to me 2. It's called a journal 3. I like writing" I said "you know there's a thing called a phone, right? Oh wait, you don't have a phone" She laughed. I roll my eyes. "What do you need?" I asked while getting off my bed "weellll, I need you to cover me tonight. I heard Adam is going to have a party. Anyways you know what to do" "Buttt tomorrow is the first day of school. You don't want a hang over..right?". She looked at me with her " Are you kidding me" Face. "Alright, but please don't throw up in the hall ways" "Whatever" She said and left. I should of know that she was going to do this. I hate it though. Once she's fully drunk I have to come and get her back to the house with only a bike because I can't drive. I can't wait until I drive. Then again I would probably wreck into a tree. I looked at my journal. Maybe I should write one last thing before I go.

~in diary~

Well I guess that's it. End of D̶i̶a̶r̶y̶ Journal.