Disappointment: Nine Fifty-Nine and Six Seconds

I don't know what to expect now. He's not around when I want to talk, and he never replies. I'll just confront at school, where that's way easier. I haven't talked to him for a week. I'm just sick of this. Of expecting something when there's nothing. It's like being a kid waiting for your father to pick you up from soccer practise, but he's late 'cause he was drinking. I'm gonna be patient, though, because I really do like him...

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On the 13th, I cleaned up a boy's vomit.

On the 14th, I was made fun of by a workmate.

Today, Henry was sick and went home. We got our year 12 jerseys with some difficulty, as mine wasn't even in the box with  M, N, O and P. How frustrating. But, I got it. When I got home, I opened a package to find my Formal Dress. the cutest, most amazing Lolita thing I've ever seen. I've ever owned as well... It fits me perfectly, but I don't have anything to go with it. No stockings, no shoes. I need the buckle-up sandals that Year 1's have, only with bows and lace. I need red or black gloves. I need... I need a partner. I need to get my hair curled. Despite it being months away, I can feel the stress already sinking in. I'm going as a Lolita. My parents were sketchy, but my father thinks it's alright. He says it's different. I think it's beautiful.

Surprising if I do get a date.

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No more writing for Addison as of late. The part I typed up wasn't saved, I think. And I haven't got any 'creative juices' flowing. I'm gonna redo my artwork for Visual, as the idea Henry presented me with wasn't exactly what I had in mind, nor is it turning out right... I need to Erase/Replace (Foo Fighters), and redraw the characters I had.

I think the teacher's proud of me for being such a psychotic collector of many ridiculous things. I have yet to tell him of my collection of porcelain and such animals...

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Aye,

Celine