Even I scare myself sometimes.

I'm so tired of going to school, I desperatly need a break. Yeah, I did figure it out; I'm infected with the plague. Obviously the 'Stay-away-from-me-I'm-a-loser-that-has-no-friends-and-couldnt-find-her-way-out-of-a-plastic-bag plauge' (Even though I would probably try to seal the damn plastic bag and stay there). I told my mom when we got home from the barn that I was going to go buy a plane ticket, parachute down to a forgotten island, live there with a bag full of years and years of supplies and just stay there. Of course she laughed at me, who doesn't now days, and told me I would miss everyone. HA! I would throw myself a fucking party, build a huge ass fire and dance around it like some crazy savage. Screw people, people are what hurt people and make them feel like shit, not being stranded on an island to sulk in your own plauge.

My mind is a scary place. Yet, can come up with absolutly wonderful ideas ne?

Me... want... island... paradise...

Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary with my blog. How sweet.

Just 2 and a half more years. Then high school will finally be over, and I won't have to see these people ever again.