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The name is Rachel. I'm sixteen years too old and from that wonderful filthy state of New York. I'm a scorpio, a vegetarian, and an animal rights activist. I love animals. I'm a stubborn female of mostly Irish and German descent. People make me physically ill. Trying to get me to change my mind is a pointless effort. I will debate you until your too tired to debate. Unless your a complete moron. In which case, I won't waste my time talking to you. I don't say anything unless I have something to say. Think about it.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

My stress and depression has caused me to lose ten pounds. So I suppose that's a positive side effect of being depressed. I just weighed myself yesterday and realized I was 10 pounds lighter. Well anyways, things have been really crappy.

Today just started horribly. Got into school, already in a bad mood because I was exhausted and I went to put my sweater into my locker and what's at my locker? A lock. Somebody put a flippin lock on my flippin locker. Heads up: I do not lock my locker because there is nothing in there to steal and because I hate using the locks. I'm not sure if another kid switched a lock or if a custodian put it on or what. So anyways, I went down to the office and talked to the lady down there about it and she said that the locker is no longer technically mine because me and Kayla shared a locker and since Kayla dropped out, it's not mine. Even though back in 9th grade they TOLD us to have a locker "buddy" because there wasn't enough lockers to go around.

I got my five week report which was really good except for Math. I have a D in there. But oh well, I'll bring it up I hope. My Dad picked me up early today because I had two study halls in a row for 6th and 7th. Then I came up here to my aunts and whatnot.

Yesterday, Dorothy was going to drive me home so we went to get in her car and she went to start it and it wouldn't start so we had to walk to her house and then her parents came home and figured out that the key was worn down or something so they had another key and then she drove me home.

I feel miserable...I wrote a lot today about how alone I feel. It's almost a feeling of being abandoned by everyone around me. No one being there.

Right now I'm waiting for Zach to get here and drive me home. He'll probably forget me. Everyone else does hah.

I'm never good enough.

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man, if they kicked me out of my locker, I'd be pissed!

By Blogger Cole, at November 7, 2007 at 10:11 PM  

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