bless my stupid chungus life ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

dear diary,

i am so happy that it's friday because on fridays i have two frees and two media periods. those are the best periods. this afternoon i sat in bed and thought about my woeful love life, then about my hopeful friendship life. i love my friends. 

i was looking through my responses on my philosophy essays today and i really do fear that i ate, but im scared that i wont get a good grade because my teacher has stopped flirting with me and started flirting with another girl whos way prettier and aura farms more effectively than me...sigh. whenever i go to my philosophy classroom i always find myself thinking about prince tomy who threw up in his hand on the stairwell like a metre from there. i felt bad for him but like keep it to yourself dude go to the bathroom. i watched him as it happened too it was all yellow and slimy. i feel sick just thinking about it. 

i am not like prince tomy. i would never throw up in my hand and now that i think about it, no girl i know would do that. its the same with this kid matthew from my year 2 class who vomited all over my sheet of math work because he didn't wanna just go to the bathroom. i think its a very inherently male thing to want to submit others to your suffering just to avoid inconvenience. matthew probably enjoyed throwing up on my math work because men just love ruining womens achievements. am i right or am i right.

love,

maya