6.15.2009

i hate the fact that every time someone asks me "how was the end of your school year?" or "are you glad to be home?" i have to lie.
i must be getting really good at this pretending game.
i doubt saying "the end of my year was horrible and i contemplated finding something very high to jump off of onto concrete" or "every morning when i wake up i wish i could go back to sleep until september" is the best thing response.

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