I need vacations. WEEK.

I'm about to lose my mind. Haven't had a vacation for so long, I NEED A VACATION.

Seriously. I need time to catch up with the load of work I have. I know people have so much more work to do, but still. I can't stand so much work. I don't like it. 

Anyway, I was watching some dude on YouTube express his negative opinions on a few singers, and I found that craploads of people were like, "U KNW WAT? ppl lyk singer bcum famous cuz of u haterz. haterz gunna b haterz. so keep on hatin. dey bcum famous." OR "jus cuz u dnt lyk dem duznt mean u cn badmouth dem yknw. dey do wat they luv and dey do it bettr den u."

Talk about internet drama. But I feel that because a few people didn't like the person you do, and you're just shitting your words on them 'cuz they don't. 

I mean, ALMOST everyone hates Friday, or It's Thanksgiving. But there are humans who actually enjoy those songs. And it's okay to throw hate on them?

Maybe there is someone who hears the screeches of Rebecca Black in a song of the Beatles. WHY? 'Cuz we have the ability to create OPINIONS. 

Something which might sound AMA'ZAYN' to you, may sound UN-FABU'LOUIS' to someone else. Fuck, that was the WORST pun ever. I apologize.

Okay, nothing else to talk about, so I'll continue with another excerpt from my rip-off story.

Diary of a Little maid

School

I wish I did not have to leave school. But I do for the sake of my dear mother. My teacher, Ms. Victoria was really sad and shocked when she heard this. This was because I was the most disciplined girl in the school. She was crying wells of water. Why my friends Jane and Janet heard of this, they had the same reaction. Jane said, "Why do you have to leave? You are the one who solves our problems." She was right. I did. Everyone used to bury me with their problems. Even Edward Stephens. Edward Stephens was the eldest and most arrogant boy in the school. Nobody likes him. But he gets very soft-hearted at his times of problems. Now this was the last time I will see any of them. I was on my way to search for a job.

I have already hung my head in shame. You are a fool, 6th grade me. 

Anyway, I'd better get to work. I have 15 maths questions to complete.