I must hurt someone and soon. Today was my last day as a sevnth grader. I'm surprised I'm not dead. This was a pretty good year, but that has nothing to do with why I must hurt someone. My father has decided against me actually having fun. Even though I have planned this for a while, my father said that unless I wrote an article for an essay competition, I can't invite anyone over tommorow. My younger sister doesn't have to do anything even though she invited people. I have so many things to do tommorow. I am going to unleash my anger onto Matthew Mueller if he decides to crash my "party."This is because he has already ruined my life, but he just plans to rub it in. DIE MATT, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I feel slightly better now. Some reader has to remind me that I'm brainwashing Leah on July 2-something, but its a Saturday. My dad didn't like my original essay because it is nothing like the religion of the stupid judges. You know what, I don't care. So far my beliefs have always worked for me, and I like them. I said that there wasn't a need for priests or anything like that. I said they were over-rated. Unfortunately, the judges are going to be Hindu priests. my life has perks, but only so often Mostly, my parents force me to do something I don't want to beacuse I'm obedient like that. Then, I refuse to quit anything without their permission, which so far as only come for soccer. Why am I so darn obedient. I'm not cursed like Ella, but I don't feel right if I don't follow directions. I was raised that way. WHY, WHY, WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate it when my parents are dissappointed in me, and for them it doesn't take much. A B on a test and they're dissappointed. Why are they so hard to please. I've spent more time on this then the article. G2G sulk about my horrible life. Bye.