"Each day it's getting worse."
No one has faith in me anymore. At least, that's how it seems. I fucking lost my rough draft for english. Burke doesn't believe I did it even though she watched me write most of it in class. If I get it to her by Friday, I get half credit. Woo? I'm tempted to say 'fuck the whole thing' and go to summer school for two weeks. This shit isn't worth all the stress. I had a panic attack this morning. I hate this; how I am.
Quater ends Friday. I'm not passing much of anything. I don't care anymore. I really don't. If I had it my way I'd drop out, get my GED, full time job, move away from here, start over. Impossible, niave, and stupid? Of course. The perfect solution? There's a good chance. What I really need right now? Definitely. I've said it before and I'll say it as many times as I need. This place is killing all of us. I see it everyday. I live through it everyday. And it scares me. I don't want to die here. I won't die here, I refuse to.
Mom's going to watch over me like a hawk now. Write down the assignments. Do the assignments. Show her the assignments. Sounds fun, right? Oh yeah, so looking forward to the whole third grade approach to things. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
God, I miss my Billy Talent cd.
I miss the way things used to be. I miss the passing. I miss the easy classes. I miss my attention span. I miss who I used to be, but only sometimes. I miss the summer. I miss the colored popcorn. I miss Grandpa. Josh may be moving to Vermont. Weird. I don't want to be the oldest. It scares me. Lots of things scare me now. Damn this life.
The Shins once said "The years have been short but the days were long."
Quater ends Friday. I'm not passing much of anything. I don't care anymore. I really don't. If I had it my way I'd drop out, get my GED, full time job, move away from here, start over. Impossible, niave, and stupid? Of course. The perfect solution? There's a good chance. What I really need right now? Definitely. I've said it before and I'll say it as many times as I need. This place is killing all of us. I see it everyday. I live through it everyday. And it scares me. I don't want to die here. I won't die here, I refuse to.
Mom's going to watch over me like a hawk now. Write down the assignments. Do the assignments. Show her the assignments. Sounds fun, right? Oh yeah, so looking forward to the whole third grade approach to things. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
God, I miss my Billy Talent cd.
I miss the way things used to be. I miss the passing. I miss the easy classes. I miss my attention span. I miss who I used to be, but only sometimes. I miss the summer. I miss the colored popcorn. I miss Grandpa. Josh may be moving to Vermont. Weird. I don't want to be the oldest. It scares me. Lots of things scare me now. Damn this life.
The Shins once said "The years have been short but the days were long."