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What's my problem?
Song of the Day...Fences, by Paramore
Status: confused, yet on track
Song of the Day...Fences, by Paramore
Status: confused, yet on track
I have multiple problems. Sure, I don't participate in class and I get tired throughout the day, but what gets me is how freaking boring life is. There is nothing interesting whatsoever. Perhaps every week or so I'll enjoy playing handball or talking to Karen or Amy, but what's it all worth?
Well, let's start with handball. I'm okay and I'm getting better. Yes, that's true. But isn't it also true that the 8 year olds in Queens are beyond better than me? Not that I'm jealous, I'm just saying that for all the love I devote to the sport, I'm not going to improve much in the short times that I play throughout my short, short, oh so very short life.
Next. Participation. I don't participate for the usual reason. I'm self-conscious. Very self-conscious. And that leads me to ask, who cares? No one.
Moving on. I'm bored as hell. There is nothing remotely meaningful in life but religion and I refuse to believe that Allah meant for me to live and die a bored, unhappy life. But who am I to say?
School was alright. The highlights of the day. Me and Elaine's Bunsen Burner was defective in Chem. I broke a beaker too. Wonder how much it costs.
Amy and Karen and I spent 9th together. Lindah went home again.
LIfE bores me. How unfortunate.
-sushi
