dear diary,
im making soup for dinner. its really good soup. i'd share some if i could.
today i got yelled at by three of my teachers.
so brooke how many teachers do you acctually have?
three.
i should probably start caring more about school.
today i had the worst lunch hour of my life, and i've decided its official.
as long as mom allows it, im going back to wisewood next year. whats the point of being in an equally as shitty position, only knowing less people? half my friends at scarlett are graduating this year anyways. that's three people graduating, by the way.
frick brooke, make up your effing mind already. high school's almost over.
i have to go finish making my soup now.
love brooke.
p.s.
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy who told you, get that dirt off your shoulders