School is pointless. I'm seriously considering just dropping out entirely, working for the summer and saving up enough money to go into hairdressing school and then moving to Vancouver. Fuck this waiting around nonsense. This is what I want to do. What do I enjoy doing? What do I talk about 50% of the time? Hair. Dying hair, cutting hair, hairstyles... Christ. I'd be a fashion designer if I could sew but the truth is, I don't have the patience.
I have the patience for hair though. Screw this. Seriously. Fuck this school nonsense. What do I really need this for? I don't. High school is a waste of my time. I know what's going to happen in September. I'll screw around like usual and not go to class and when I do go to class, I'll be drunk or stoned. This is bullshit. Another fucking wasted year of my life. No. I'm not doing this again.
I wanted to leave so badly with you today, Em. You said let's just go and I wanted to but I was scared. I was scared of leaving everything I know behind. I'm only seventeen, I told myself. I'm too young to have to deal with the world by myself.
Well, I'm not by myself. And I'm tired of being fucking scared.
3:11 a.m. - 2005-06-16
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