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Snerfle I need a little help here. I'm at school, sitting in the Journalism room, because, um, I don't have any lunch money. I'm really hungry, but, no big. I can wait. My stomach nearly killed me after I ate yesterday, anyway. Felt barfy all day long... yeah, that wasn't fun. I'm like, a living hormone right now, though. I feel like crying. And I don't want to, because I'm at school, and that's just, y'know, not cool. But god. I don't want to do this work I could be doing. I don't care about the paper. I don't care that I can't eat, because I feel kinda sick. I don't want to feel guilty that Mrs. Pavayne wants me to come back next year, and all next semester to help her do this paper. I don't want to feel this way. She's driving me insane. I hate this class, everyone knows it. I know she has a good heart, but she... this class is just not good. But I don't know what to do. She's asking me to come in next semester and help her out as much as humanly possible, but... I don't know. I want to help. I love helping. I just don't love her. I can do it. I'll feel horrible if I don't. I just don't want to. God, I think I'm depressed. I had fun in my other classes. I just wanna cry. So not cool. <-Ghost-> |
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