seven hours, do di do do.
seven hours until i go to sleep. sixteen hours until i wake up. seventeen hours until i step inside the school. twenty five hours until i get out of school.
this is all scaring me. i was never really scared by the thought of school. but oh god. i don’t want to. it’s like a freaking cult there. competition is everywhere. and not to mention we have five people transferring out. we’re the bad class. damn. and ugh there’s someone i don’t want to transfer out but he is and this is complete crap, i hate this. i don’t want to go there on the first day and see our new teacher and have him completely hate me. i don’t want my friends to go “oh…. look at how much she ——” because i am dreading the first impressions. i don’t want the start of the semester heath check up with the height & weight check thing. do. not. want. ugh, i just hate the start of the school year. review exams in the first week, too. wow.
seven. hours.
