My diary, my only friend.

Dear diary,

My life is over. Today in Western Civ., I fell off of a desk in front of all the cool kids. I don't kow how it happened. One minute, I was perched nonchalontly atop my desk discussing the philosophies of socrates and Plato. The next, I was doing a sort of dive and roll thing like you're supposed to do when you get thrown off a horse. I then landed on my head and everybody laughed. If they'd seen as many Hilary Duff movies as I have, they probably would have started clapping like people do in those cafeteria scenes where Hilary drops her tray or gets food thrown at her or something. Man, I bet Hilary knows just how I feel. Judging by her role choices, She seems like the kind of girl who's always on the outside looking in. Just like me.

Oh diary, I wish something had been hurt other than my pride. Then, I'd be that girl who ended up in a coma due to a horrific desk massacre. People would send me flowers and organize prayer circles. Instead, I'm just the dork who fell off a desk. Now, I'll never get asked to the mixer.

I may as well be dead.