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I'm such a douchebag.

How could I do what I do. Fuck, I hate myself.

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Curse or Blessing

He's so beautiful.

I like the way his hair smells. How he leans his head on a shoulder, or curls his body next to mine. How he stares into my eyes. Or smiles way too much. Or just says the cutest and most silliest of things.

Except he probably doesn't know all of that. Even I don't really want to admit it. Because he likes me more than I like him. I'm sure. Sure.

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Already Gone

What a horrendous term.

It's really not all that bad, but what is a journal if it isn't to vent a little bit?

The musical finished a week ago. We performed six shows. We've rehearsed for two whole terms. It was bloody hell worth it, such a rewarding experience getting to sing, act, dance and meeting new people. But it's also demanding. Sometimes I felt my life had just been drained out of me.

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Deja Vu

I met a boy who reminds me of myself when I was younger.

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A Happy Grave

A Happy Grave

The grace of a pulsing migraine on the Sabbath
Bible-clutching, moral-searching
Heads down, hands pointed to the sky
With bloody hands and a fishy smell

Prayers muttered under alcoholic breath
Grin or a grimace
Sparkling white teeth crooked and gold-filled
Never enough coins to put in the offering bag

Children blessed with sterile truths
Distilled and too perfect like a well done sum
Brain a rotten heap baking in the sun
Redeemed by their tribe, glowing on their little pedestal

Spit in the wine and water, swords crossed at the heart

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Weekend

So hungover.

Busy weekend. Had musical rehearsal yesterday, on a Saturday. I realised I never actually said what musical we're doing - it's Beauty and the Beast. I'm officially dubbed a spoon... and a drunk man in the tavern scene... and male 8. Excellent. Getting picked up in about an hour for another four hour rehearsal.

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Heater, torturing reports, and gay boys

A few things.

First, why is there not a heater in my room?

This is Auckland okay! And I know, it's probably not like Christchurch, or Canada or some obsecure country in northern europe, but I mean I'm still in the closest country to Antartica, and I don't have a heater in my room? Something is wrong, very wrong.

Maybe I should go get one. Time to binge spend a stash of my pocket money... on a heater.

AND...

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Endless

So, decided I should go to bed.

Well, it's only 1am.

After almost nonstop working for the whole week since the start of school last Monday.

The end of these current assessments is near, actually more like the deadline is near and the finish line is no where in sight.

So tired. I must be screwing up my body in some horrid way or another. I pulled a 1am to 2am last night as well. Probably will happen tomorrow and Thursday too. In fact I think the workload won't decrease for the next ten weeks.

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School work is doing my head in

So haven't stopped working for the whole of Sunday.

And still can't finish everything.

Did a crappy job with my biology essay, haven't revised for physics tomorrow... and my chemistry report is in no way going to get done by Friday unless there be sleepless nights and endless weeping.

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Friends and Infatuation

In love with a boy.

A friend.

Someone I'll never be with.

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This and That

Wednesday night, 11pm.

I think to write, to write convincingly no matter how trivial, serious or amusing, you must feel passionate or strongly about something (even if it's strong apathy). Something you believe in, or something that has provoked some sort of emotion in you. It must be genuinely felt. Even when you can relate to something, writing the transferred experiences are still never as convincing applied under speculation.

That's why sometimes I can't write.

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Life

Fuck.

I'm such a fucking retard.
Didn't register for this important test for university next year.
Oh well at least I have another chance next year.

That reminds me, better keep an eye on when the SATs are.

Fuck it, just getting so slack and unorganised.

Recently got back from Taiwan. Seeing the family. Too much to say. They're the same. A bit older.

People come to me for help. I'm so stressed. School started. Sleep deprived. Internals full fledged and no mercy.

God damn. Really want a proper update about my own life, but no time now.

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Low

Don't see this as a cry for help. I'm merely recounting my emotions.

Just haven't been a good week.

The whole prefect drama. That got me pretty down obviously, even with absolute overwhelming support of all my friends and peers at the college. Just feel so much injustice. One of my friends call it the censorship of a well-intentioned individual. My other friend calls it authoritarian. Everyone's been so supportive, and it gets me up, but I can't but feel down again after a while.

If they want to censor so much, why don't they just write our last words for us? Everyone thinks that.

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There is Nothing Worse than Being Ordinary

I did my last word in assembly today. Every prefect take turns doing a speech in front of the entire school.

It was amazing. Everyone laughed (in fact some were reeling with pain). Got a standing ovation with hoots and shouts. Also "subtly" came out. People from school are even starting a facebook appreciation club.

But obviously my speech was not politically correct enough like all the other last words.
The headmaster took my prefect badge off me.
Even when she had approved the speech before hand.

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Yummy

Lol, apparently there's a wave of herpes going rampant around our school.

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