Welcome to Elitist-ville
Another day in crazy town with these elitist assholes. The only comfort that I take is they are retarded and if would die left in the wild to fend for themselves.
My boss spilled her coffee in her purse and she is wearing waders with khaki pants shoved into them and… a neon pink shirt. This place is weird.
When will it stop?
There is so much pain in my heart. Sometimes all the memories just rush back and make me feel so sad. It’s like everything in my mind is filtered through “yeah no one wanted me” “my father abandoned me” and “my mother was a prostitute and a drug addict” and “foster care was torture.” I know everything that I went through has made me so much...
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday....
I just woke up form a dream about my family - my real family. They were at my house, somewhere, cleaning up my house and there were Christmas decorations and everyone was stealing from me and I was so angry that I yelled at them and said that they needed to leave because I was tired of being used by people that don’t love me. It really offended them. It reminds me of that time I was...
The lady,RI, I work with is so disorganized. It’s sad. She loses kids work and has terrible scheduling problems. I teach three subjects, she’d never survive that, she can barely do one. No notes. No powerpoints. Just little activities and discussions. This won’t last for too much longer.
Trust No One
I don’t trust anyong here but I want to. Oh gosh, how stupid am I? I pick people to trust that aren’t trustworthy. I am trying to get better at this. But for now, I must trust no one.
Here we go again....
Ok so it’s Monday, not a special, just a Monday. I ate like a hoss last weekend and I want to start another fast. And I have to go to work, more about that terrible experience later. I mean it’s not that bad but some of it is pretty fucked up.
My life is out of control. I must get it under control. By any means necessary.
I am going to my first “school that I teach at” high school football game. Kill me.