My sophomore year murdered everyone

I had Rhet & Comp with Mr. Hagemann, and he assigned journals for us to write everyday for 10 minutes before we actually started class. He said to either put "Please read" or "Please don't read" at the top of each page so he knows not to read them if they are personal or whatever.

That was his first mistake.

He should've known that I had an explosive mind.

Let's just discuss a few I remember, shall we?

I talked a lot about boobs. I don't know why, but I did, and they were all great journals.

Most of the journals incorporated a lot of random topics that shouldn't go together, like "Man, this one chick has a nice ass. I wanna shit on Mr. Boyer's desk because he was a dick."

None of it made sense, but it brought lulz. And I was able to vent about things.

Also at the time, I was dating some stupid bitch who turned me into a tool. Needless to say, I have journals about depressing events with that, too. They were also random and dumb. And stupid.

"I bet if I died right now, she wouldn't care. I like boobs."

"She's better off dating someone who cares more than I do apparently. Mr. Hagemann is the best teacher ever."

I also recall a journal that went something like this...

"I'm so bored. I'm so bored. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire. Asses of fire....etc."

I was a terrible person my sophomore year, but I look back and laughed at my obsession with dirty journals that would make newborn fetuses cry. I am proud of my work.

Too bad I threw them all away so no one would see how terrible I was ._.