I wear a halo when you look at me, I just wanna love you
Stressful times. Stressful times.
I had to turn in my project-report this monday. Was awfully stressful and all that. That's why I got the god-awful stomach-ache last weekend.
Just this morning before school I re-wrote an English C-course report on "Women in the world" as somehow I'd misunderstood the assignment in the first place and needed to do it this week to get a fair grade. Eugh.
School isn't getting easier. I have so much stuff for next week. Woo. :/
I still go to the school nurse occasionally and halfly break down. Been doing that almost two years now.
Dad got really mad at me two days ago yelling at me that I am acting like my mother and should be shipped off to live at her place for a week or two. Thanks dad for being understanding of my insomnia and sleeploss and extreme stress making me crash again and again. The irony is really that my mom yells at me for being too alike my dad. Tuesday was a dreadful day filled with all this crap from my mom, yelling at me for hours before I fled the house. Her once again trying to blackmail me...
I can't talk to my teacher Bobo about my stress because she hates me, basically. Barry and Emma S in my class both said they heard my teachers Bobo and Marie talk shit about me in London. She hates me for being late to school-stuff we did in London and getting lost. She hates me for falling asleep when we had a guy talking about his commercial-media-job to our class. And him noticing I was asleep and pointing it out to everyone.
I think I'll talk to the school nurse next friday and ask her to talk to Bobo.
Carla is worried about me. Poor girl. I'm just spreading all my shit-events out to her and she's only 16 and has enough problems to think about. But she's my friend, so I guess. Yeah... I can't help it.
I am also stressed about moving. I'm stressed about packing. Getting dad to cancel the subscription to my current phone company and buy me a new properly working cellphone. Getting a British bankaccount, getting a job, finding my English resume, gettign somewhere to live and getting a job.
I'm even considering what books I can bring and if my dad will let me borrow his bag for the flight down. And if we have another one...
I had to turn in my project-report this monday. Was awfully stressful and all that. That's why I got the god-awful stomach-ache last weekend.
Just this morning before school I re-wrote an English C-course report on "Women in the world" as somehow I'd misunderstood the assignment in the first place and needed to do it this week to get a fair grade. Eugh.
School isn't getting easier. I have so much stuff for next week. Woo. :/
I still go to the school nurse occasionally and halfly break down. Been doing that almost two years now.
Dad got really mad at me two days ago yelling at me that I am acting like my mother and should be shipped off to live at her place for a week or two. Thanks dad for being understanding of my insomnia and sleeploss and extreme stress making me crash again and again. The irony is really that my mom yells at me for being too alike my dad. Tuesday was a dreadful day filled with all this crap from my mom, yelling at me for hours before I fled the house. Her once again trying to blackmail me...
I can't talk to my teacher Bobo about my stress because she hates me, basically. Barry and Emma S in my class both said they heard my teachers Bobo and Marie talk shit about me in London. She hates me for being late to school-stuff we did in London and getting lost. She hates me for falling asleep when we had a guy talking about his commercial-media-job to our class. And him noticing I was asleep and pointing it out to everyone.
I think I'll talk to the school nurse next friday and ask her to talk to Bobo.
Carla is worried about me. Poor girl. I'm just spreading all my shit-events out to her and she's only 16 and has enough problems to think about. But she's my friend, so I guess. Yeah... I can't help it.
I am also stressed about moving. I'm stressed about packing. Getting dad to cancel the subscription to my current phone company and buy me a new properly working cellphone. Getting a British bankaccount, getting a job, finding my English resume, gettign somewhere to live and getting a job.
I'm even considering what books I can bring and if my dad will let me borrow his bag for the flight down. And if we have another one...