I have an idea for a story.
But I’m not telling, because what if someone copies?

I’d hate that!

So, well, the worse thing happened to me at school last week. My school’s bathrooms are disgusting. I have to hold in my pee until I get home, but it would usually be that if I had to go really bad, I’d just go to the bathroom anyway. I went to the bathroom, I reached into the tissue dispenser, guess what I found.

I touched something wet.
It was a bloody tampon.

UUGH.
I was shocked.
No matter how much I cleaned my hand that day, I wanted to just get rid of it. That was revolting, foul, disgusting, vile and putrid. Whoever did that, I want them to just die. Just die. I mean, EEW.

The least they could’ve done was wrap it in tissue and thrown it on the floor. That’s not any better, but I rather it on the floor than on the tissue I need. I mean, the bathrooms are usually filled with shit—but I would’ve taken a shitty toilet than that. Matter fact, I think I would’ve peed on all myself all together. I bet the boy’s bathroom is cleaner than the girls. Because that was traumatizing. Really. I was shivering afterwards.

Just imagine me in an asylum ward because of that.
But, that’s not it. NO.

I NEED MONEY.
I know, you’re prolly like, we ALL need money. I need it more. Because I want to go to Xavier in New Orleans. I need money for that. I need money for just about everything in my life really. At least most of my stress will leave when I graduate. Luckily, last day for seniors is May 7th. Or so said.

Graduation: May 27th
Prom: May 21th

Anyone else noticed that our prom and graduation is like three weeks after our last day of school? Because I did. ^^

Yea well, hmm.
I’m not sure what I was planning on adding on.
So. YEA.

Maybe next post will be a personality question survey.