Well, this is it. This is all I'm ever going to have. I'm realizing I'm poor. I'm never going to make it as far as my richer peers. It sucks, and I mean SUCKS to be poor. I hate it so much.
I've been picking up my habit of skateboarding and I've been drawing more stuff. I've been reading, too. Nothing important or noteworthy I guess. Just trying to burn time. My family is as usual, my entire life is. Mundane is a good word to describe everything I've got on my plate. It all feels too grody and real, too mundane. It's all boring. Mix it all together and it's no wonder I sleep the day away.
I should work on my graditude. Anyhow, my bus missed me AGAIN today. I had to stay home and wait for my grandpa to come and drop me off at school. It was kinda nice I guess because he told me I was smart and mature and stuff. I got a year-long elevator pass, which is good, I guess, because I'll be at a different school next year anyways. Sophie is here today, so I won't be alone at lunch. That's good.
Let me think. What all is good in my life? I guess I have food and water. And clothes. And I have snacks when I want them. And a PlayStation4. And I have a secure-enough school. I'm alive. My family is alive too. I have all of my limbs, all ten fingers, all ten toes. I have hair on my head and working eyes and ears. My skin is fair and my face isn't the worst thing to look at. If anything, I'd say I'm quite pretty. I'm somewhat skinny, too. My heart beats in threes, but at least it beats. I live in America. I'm sane. All things considered I'd say I have it okay. My dad isn't the best, and my mother is a fool, but I still have good things. I should focus on the good things. I'd be a lot happier.
I would also be a lot happier if I wasn't in science class Anywhosies, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep untill lunch.
Don't get deja vu! Michael.