Fuck. I failed PreCal because I got a 38 on my exam. Fuck! Damnit. I'm pissed. I hate myself. I actually TRIED in that fucking class. Ahhh. Well, everything you do that you aren't suppose to do ends up coming back and biting you in the ass. I'm taking it again next year. And I'm getting a fucking 100 average. No, that's not possible. Well, it is, but fuck her quizzes are hard. I'm getting an A! I'm going to go buy a video game. Thief Deady Shadows! Oh yeah. That game is fucking fun.

I was going to write that I didn't feel myself right now. But then my mom barged in and gave me my report card, so yeah. That just kind of got my motivation back. Oh, this was a pointless entry. Just a few moments ago I couldn't remember what I did a few days ago, and now I remember. I'm fucked up. But hey! It's okay. I'm in a good mood despite my grades. I'm not going into self pity mode that never seems to help me one bit. If I'm pissed about something I gotta do something about it, right? So I am. Talking about expressing my anger. w00t!

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