She's asleep
...Finally. I hope she doesn't wake up.
How dare she! I mean I know that it's bad I keep missing class but I think it's better that I miss one hour to lie down and eat a protein bar like my doctor said to do rather than start dropping in the middle of Precalc. She had the nerve to say I was faking this entire thing, like I was making up my spells and such to skip class. Were you not sitting next to me in the hospital yesterday while I nearly puked and fainted, whining because you had to wipe sweat off my face THAT I COULDN'T EVEN FEEL!
Then she keeps yelling because my grades have been dropping....except how they haven't. 3 fucking hours listening to her bitch before she allows me to inform her that if anything my grades in Chemistry are going up and that I haven't gotten anything back in Precalc and Latin to figure out if I'm improving. To which she replies "Shut up. Go do your brother's homework. I can't deal with either of your attitudes tonight." Is telling you the truth about my grades an attitude? Is internally freaking out because I might be fucking dying and no doctor can tell me what's wrong with me but I still try to act like things are normal being a teenage bitch?
Her latest threat: Miss one more class because of your "issues" and you can go to public school.
How dare she! I mean I know that it's bad I keep missing class but I think it's better that I miss one hour to lie down and eat a protein bar like my doctor said to do rather than start dropping in the middle of Precalc. She had the nerve to say I was faking this entire thing, like I was making up my spells and such to skip class. Were you not sitting next to me in the hospital yesterday while I nearly puked and fainted, whining because you had to wipe sweat off my face THAT I COULDN'T EVEN FEEL!
Then she keeps yelling because my grades have been dropping....except how they haven't. 3 fucking hours listening to her bitch before she allows me to inform her that if anything my grades in Chemistry are going up and that I haven't gotten anything back in Precalc and Latin to figure out if I'm improving. To which she replies "Shut up. Go do your brother's homework. I can't deal with either of your attitudes tonight." Is telling you the truth about my grades an attitude? Is internally freaking out because I might be fucking dying and no doctor can tell me what's wrong with me but I still try to act like things are normal being a teenage bitch?
Her latest threat: Miss one more class because of your "issues" and you can go to public school.