School BULLSHIT
I don't even know why I even go to school anymore. I go there, don't pay attention, half ass my work, then go home. I end up doing 3-4 hours of homework each fucking day. And for what? To go to college? To please my parents? To be stressed out all the fucking time because I want to spend more of my time playing than studying? I have every right to be happy and play. I'm so fucking happy that I'm even alive right now. Those pills could have killed me and I would have missed out on the wonderful people and places in the world. But instead of being able to rejoice about living, I'm stuck alone in my room for hours on end doing shit that depresses me. I'm so scared I'm going to have another mental breakdown and end up doing something I'll regret like last time. All this stress makes me want to kill myself, to get away from it. So I don't have to be bothered by it anymore, but I want to live. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do. I want to get moved into some regular classes or something, but keep maybe one of my gifted classes. Like Mr. Arrington's class.
HARDLY ANY of my classmates have homework EVERY day. My brother, Kevin, and Brandi come home and do NOTHING, but I have to stay locked in my room slaving away on some fucking essay that's due the next day. It's bullshit.
I hate this shit.
HARDLY ANY of my classmates have homework EVERY day. My brother, Kevin, and Brandi come home and do NOTHING, but I have to stay locked in my room slaving away on some fucking essay that's due the next day. It's bullshit.
I hate this shit.