NOV 14 2024

One of these lives, I'ma make things right. With the wrongs I've done, that's when I unite. With the Father, Son, 'til then, I fight.

I've been riding the bus more often. This morning, I had to wait a long while outside. I kept hacking up spit due to my recent illness. I was COLD.

This morning was odd, I must say. A good couple broke up- Brystal and Kim. Apparantly Brystal cheated. But obviously Brystal said otherwise. And Kim denied what Brystal said about her. Honestly? I doesn't concern me. I have no opinion on it, and frankly, I don't care.

I was told that my blog had a polite tone to it. I'm quite shocked that Audrey said that to me, as most of my blog posts contain concepts I was simply afraid of sharing due to the not-so-nice nature of them. I guess I'm good at being chival, even when I'm insulting people.

One of my friends got upset during lunch. She does that a lot- I hope she's okay. I ate an uncrustable for lunch. I feel very whimsical and happy today. Full of joy. Ergo, it's a little hard to focus, but I'll live, I always do.

My heart has been torn into a thousand pieces; I brought four printed out photos to school. John Egbert, Eridan Ampora, Equius Zahhak, and Karkat Vantas. And yet, after setting them down for no more than a few minutes, someone stole Karkat and John. I am very, very sad, and this is affecting my heart. I'M SO PIIIIIIIISSED!

Sohpie was getting a little too close to me, and it was kinda weirding me out. Matthew was being weird and talking about how I acted in 6th grade, and Sophie kept saying we were dating. It made me extremely uncomfortable. I stole a compass from Mrs. George, and Matthew snitched on me like the little rat he is. He keeps pissing me off becuase he can't let the past be the past. It makes me kinda angry. But I guess I shouldn't be too mad about the compass when It wasn't mine to begin with and I knew it was wrong. I really only have myself to blame for that.

I taught one of my friends how to code html. She made a site, and it's pretty cool.

With love, Michael.

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