To be honest, I don’t know what I’m doing here, right now. My therapist said I should start a blog to help with my anger issues. So, like the good, obedient money bag that I am to him, I decided to make this stupid blog. I didn’t really think this through; what the hell am I supposed to blog about? I don’t exactly have the most interesting life, nor am I surrounded by interesting people. I don’t even know if I have friends. I don’t go to school a lot because 

A) I don’t feel like going. Ever. So I don’t. 

B) I can easily pull the “Mother, I am feeling terrible because of medication” or “mother, I don’t know if I feel stable enough to attend school today” card. 

C) I learn far better on my own time.

And plus. All the stupid kids at school hate me anyway. Just because I’m not there enough of the time to socialize. I’ve even been branded a lesbian because I don’t throw myself around for guys. I apologize for showing a bit of decency. Now, let me get this straight, I don’t take offense to being called a lesbian (equality for all, right?) but it does get tiring after a while. Girls sneer at me and tell me to stay away because their narcissistic selves think I lust after them, and boys don’t go near me because they don’t want to upset the girls they’re trying to bone next. What a stupid way to live; I thought I was in high school, not preschool. 

It would also be a good idea to remain anonymous, because we all know the wonderful things peers are capable of. They can turn something meaningless into something to easily ridicule you about. So that’s it for now, to anyone who is reading. 

Signing off, 

Ji

“This is stupid.” I groaned as I hit “enter” and closed my laptop. I looked at my clock, and to my dismay, that entry had not even taken 10 minutes. It was still 6 AM. I was still not sleepy, and I probably had to go to school. My lovely therapist, as mentioned above, said that I was making progress, but not quickly enough, and for that reason, he would stop calling the attendance office at my school to excuse my absences. Facing the harsh reality, I got up, grabbed my towel, and had a shower. I took a very long time, hoping that maybe, just maybe, my mother would become incredibly annoyed and leave me behind, “forcing” me to stay home yet again. Unfortunately, I discovered that I have a distorted sense of time; I got out with just enough time to make it to school. 

I arrived and let me tell you, it was absolutely nothing like fiction would lead you to believe. No ones head turned to follow me, no one whispered louder than necessary so I could hear. Yes, I know, what I said in my blog post wasn’t a lie, but I also don’t go to school with a hoard of wild animals. Kids are cruel, but they aren’t uncivilized enough to make me their first priority. 

“Good morning, Eunji!” I was greeted by a cheery voic