Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had to go through some intensive school-therapy after those bomb threats a while back. You have no idea the trouble that caused.
Obviously, I was traumatized. But that was only the beginning. Pretty soon I was taking upwards of a dozen hits of angel dust just to help me get through the day. That, in turn, led to my crack addiction, and then the whole self-mutilation thing.
Anyway, I'm out of it now. And what happens in the meantime? Kids getting into fisticuffs like it was 19 fucking 12. Sigh.
All I have to say is this: You've got what, two to four weeks of school left? Make up, for Schrot's sake. Give each other some hugs, pass around the peace pipe, and then sing that awesome song about trees lifting their branches to the sky. Word. (Or for the ladies in the house, Lovies!!! Heart heart!!!)
GRCH-izzle OUT.
