Councelor told me to make one of these. I don’t wanna’ call it a diary, I think the better term is a journal? I don’t know, English ain’t my majoy at all. Honestly nothing is now that I think about it. Except football. But I fucked that up.
Football is over, so’s school. Don’t see the point of moving on from that right now. I’ll be picking up shifts at my parent’s tourist trap shops. Hopefully that’ll give me time to figure out what I want to do next. Maybe give everyone time to forget about my accident.
Hopefully they forget. God I hope they forget.
I’m never going to live this down am I?
I’m going to be here forever aren’t I?