Not feeling good.
I feel stressed. Prop 8 has me in a knot, along with money constraints and family issues.
Until prop 8 passed, I'd never really been bothered about being bi. I've been called gross once or twice, and a few people have asked me why I don't just "pick" one or the other, but never attacked like this. Fortunately, none of my friends are being assholes to me. I'm lucky. I know somebody else whose friends became cruel after he came out to the closest of them.
I want prop 8 to go away.
Money is tight this month, it seems. We can't afford my senior photos. I wonder if I will be able to afford my graduation cap/gown. We're not really suffering, I suppose, but we've had to cut back a lot. I need a job so that I can afford school. School books are going to be a crushingly pricey endeavor. I don't know much about class prices.
My family pisses me off a lot. The parents and my stepsister butt heads non-stop. My stepsister and I butt heads, too.
My eczema is breaking out horribly under stress. It hurts. I have a hard time falling asleep at night, and am tossing and turning until 1:45, 2:00am every night, regardless of when I lie down. I've been having vivid dreams - good and bleh (but no nightmares) - that leave me tired in the morning.
I look forward to working at the Annex. I've been volunteering at an after-school enrichment program for the last few weeks, and am hoping to get hired properly after I turn 18. Until then, I need to start looking for another source of income. I'm going to put a profile up on Babysitters.com and hope for the best. Or at least, I'm going to look into it. I might put something up on Craigslist, I'm not sure.
Until prop 8 passed, I'd never really been bothered about being bi. I've been called gross once or twice, and a few people have asked me why I don't just "pick" one or the other, but never attacked like this. Fortunately, none of my friends are being assholes to me. I'm lucky. I know somebody else whose friends became cruel after he came out to the closest of them.
I want prop 8 to go away.
Money is tight this month, it seems. We can't afford my senior photos. I wonder if I will be able to afford my graduation cap/gown. We're not really suffering, I suppose, but we've had to cut back a lot. I need a job so that I can afford school. School books are going to be a crushingly pricey endeavor. I don't know much about class prices.
My family pisses me off a lot. The parents and my stepsister butt heads non-stop. My stepsister and I butt heads, too.
My eczema is breaking out horribly under stress. It hurts. I have a hard time falling asleep at night, and am tossing and turning until 1:45, 2:00am every night, regardless of when I lie down. I've been having vivid dreams - good and bleh (but no nightmares) - that leave me tired in the morning.
I look forward to working at the Annex. I've been volunteering at an after-school enrichment program for the last few weeks, and am hoping to get hired properly after I turn 18. Until then, I need to start looking for another source of income. I'm going to put a profile up on Babysitters.com and hope for the best. Or at least, I'm going to look into it. I might put something up on Craigslist, I'm not sure.