Day (months and months and months)
I know I haven't written much this school year, but literally nothing has happened. I'm fourteen now, just turned yesterday, and I'll officially be graduating middle school in a week or so time. I just want a change right now. The only thing is exams. But I actually find that I don't care about them. You get the clever kids that study enough to drive them insane and feel disappointed even when they get like eighty per cent (which I can appreciate, I suppose), then you get the kids that slack off terribly and just want to leave so they can do drugs or get their girlfriends pregnant and probably bet each other on getting the worst mark possible. And then there's me. I don't care enough to study for good grades (I believe I've expressed my hatred of examinations and the school board previously), but I'm not all that interested in slacking either. I guess I'm just sort of in the middle. As always. But hey, people ignore you for it.
I stole another pet the other day. It's a cat this time. We haven't had much time to bond, but I do admire cats. They act so aloof and superior to humans, which is probably true. Deep down, they're hurting too. I look forward to experimenting with it.
I stole some random CDs from a shop in town today as well, on the way home from school. You see, my bus drops me off in town, then I have to walk home from there, so I usually browse a little while. No one noticed me stealing them. I don't know why I did it, I don't even listen to CDs. I'm not all that interested in music to be honest. It's just some people making sounds with stuff. I don't see what the big deal is.
Mom and I haven't spoken much this year. She's sort of locked herself in after Dad. Plus I think she's still fearful of me. Well not really fearful, just concerned about me, I guess. I still do care about her, even though it seems like I don't. It's not like I care about anything else. But I do want her to be happy. Thing is, I doubt that she'll ever go back to normal after-