cree

I getting to the burnout stage of cosmotology school...

I tried to ignore the social part, but it just wrapped it self around my throat.

Now everybody thinks me and Bettie Gump are the best of friends or whatever.
I have nothing in common with anybody, cept maybe the little punk girl. But she wont be in our class til next month.
Nobdy really talks to me, and if I start to talking, I just get cut off.
So I sit and be quiet, and then they wait til everybody leaves and ask me why am I so quiet.

Why the fuck do you think I'm quiet?

I feel alone and lonley.
I feel bored and boring.

I'm fatigued from being off of the meds.
I want to stab sombody in the eye and strangle others.
I bearly have the motivation to make my pixel people.
If one more hood rat says something about 'white people' I'm going to slit my fucking throat.

All my poor Andy can do is rub my leg and say, "There, there."

Since when was I self-conscious???