I don't know for how long she's been wanting to get out of it, she wouldn't tell me something if she thought it would upset me. We never fought, her and I.

I thought about writing an entry about everything that happened, but I just can't bring myself to do it. There's nothing to do that hasn't been done before, and nothing to say that hasn't been said.

This is fast becoming the worst year of high school yet, and I haven't finished the second week.

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