Dear Diary,
This fucking sucks.
I was getting used to not having to sit around for eight hours a day taking notes and doing tests and stuff. Why the hell did I even decide to go here with Xavier in the end? Now I'm in this stupid guy body at this stupid school with this stupid other version of me doing everything way better than I ever did.
I mean, the bitch cooks muffins every day! Every fucking day! And they taste amazing! What the hell's wrong with this place?
It feels like home, and yet…
I didn't want to go home, did I?
Stupid me decided to 'do the right thing' or some bullshit and join Xavier. He's my friend, and I care about him and stuff, it's just that…
This whole rescue mission bullshit got old really fucking fast.
Anyways, that aside I'm really not used to being this tall. I keep banging into stuff. I hope that isn't something that's suspicious or whatever.
Phone Slut told me to act a bit like Xavier, in case that could maybe cause the people watching us to think I'm him and move attention away from the real one. Because of that I've tried to just act like a smart-ass and stare at Monika's tits from the back of the classroom for at least an hour total over the whole day. That sounds about right, doesn't it?
Anyways, back to that clone of me… She makes me sick. I think that seeing this played-up and simplified version of me trotting around like it's nobody's business all day is something totally normal to get mad about, but the worst part isn't even that, or that she's better at everything than me. The worst part is that she's a version of me I wanted to move away from. And I felt like I was moving away from that, but now this happens and I'm back to square one and am getting that rubbed in my own damn face 24/7.
Also, this is totally off-topic but I found this weird thing in the shed at school, hidden behind some boxes. I got asked to look for the badminton rackets and couldn't find them so I ended up seeing it. The thing looked like a really big metal frame of some kind, hardly fit in the shed. Weirdly enough, it looks sort of familiar, but I dunno where from.
Phone Slut seemed to think something of it, but she didn't really say that much about it.
Anyways, so far, my time here has been a living hell.
It's fine, though. It's fine.
As long as I'm back in time to take my GED test, that is.