Lovely Way To Start
Normally, when starting a blog off, you don't begin by saying how sucky the day was. Or the month. Or the year. Normally, I wouldn't start off without a layout. Or something good to say.
But those went down the drain.
I did make a layout, and I worked really hard on it. I did the design, and edited the pictures.. It looks great and clean. But I didn't code it, because I suck at coding. And, of course, took another look at the design I spent a good three hours on and decided I hated it. And I can't just use a linkware one, because I have something to prove. And at the moment, I'll never prove it-- just like I'll never prove to my dad that I can sew or my teachers that I'm a fscking idiot.
My mom is so 20th century that she dosn't know what a blog is, and that she won't let me wear all black or take out books from the adult section of the library. For gods sake the woman won't let me read OT+ manga!
And, to top it all off...
I have the biggest crush on someone who will never, ever like me back. At the moment I want to be proved wrong about this more than anything. Unfortunatly.. I'm fairly sure they think dirt of me. Not only that, but my stupidity and stubborness has deluded me into thinking that maybe, just MAYBE I have a chance, when in reality I don't. They like someone. I'm not that person.
Well, I'm off to do more work for my classes, which look like they've come from a highschool student's schedule. Honors this, honors that, and two highschool credit courses, one of which I'm most likely going to fail (Algebra 1). Oh, and Science. I'm going to fail that too.
Love and Peace and fscking HAPPINESS.
But those went down the drain.
I did make a layout, and I worked really hard on it. I did the design, and edited the pictures.. It looks great and clean. But I didn't code it, because I suck at coding. And, of course, took another look at the design I spent a good three hours on and decided I hated it. And I can't just use a linkware one, because I have something to prove. And at the moment, I'll never prove it-- just like I'll never prove to my dad that I can sew or my teachers that I'm a fscking idiot.
My mom is so 20th century that she dosn't know what a blog is, and that she won't let me wear all black or take out books from the adult section of the library. For gods sake the woman won't let me read OT+ manga!
And, to top it all off...
I have the biggest crush on someone who will never, ever like me back. At the moment I want to be proved wrong about this more than anything. Unfortunatly.. I'm fairly sure they think dirt of me. Not only that, but my stupidity and stubborness has deluded me into thinking that maybe, just MAYBE I have a chance, when in reality I don't. They like someone. I'm not that person.
Well, I'm off to do more work for my classes, which look like they've come from a highschool student's schedule. Honors this, honors that, and two highschool credit courses, one of which I'm most likely going to fail (Algebra 1). Oh, and Science. I'm going to fail that too.
Love and Peace and fscking HAPPINESS.


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