We're kings among runaways
My body is falling apart on me again with more new and exciting problems than the usual. It sort of worries me... like, a lot. I've been self-medicating and things have improved a little, but I'm still unnerved. It's nothing life-threatening, but it's still something. I was feeling damn good and ignoring my usual minor health issues, and then it sort of went to shit. And that was yesterday morning. Now I'm sort of okay. For the life of me, though, I have no idea what's causing any of it and that's what gets me.
I'm almost done with two paintings and sort of thinking about starting a new one... And I think this is probably one of the happiest times of my life thus-far, which is sort of bad, really, because it means that high school is going to kill me when I have to go back. Speaking of which, AP English had a 10% passing rate, which is really fucking sad. Better still, there was only one 4 and one 5, meaning that only 2% of the people who took it will likely get full college credit for it. I kindof want to write a letter to the editor of the RG to set the record straight about that class, but I don't really want to start the school year off on top of anyone's shit list. Principles vs. self-preservation. I can't choose. ...I'm already having bad dreams about senior English class.
I'm almost done with two paintings and sort of thinking about starting a new one... And I think this is probably one of the happiest times of my life thus-far, which is sort of bad, really, because it means that high school is going to kill me when I have to go back. Speaking of which, AP English had a 10% passing rate, which is really fucking sad. Better still, there was only one 4 and one 5, meaning that only 2% of the people who took it will likely get full college credit for it. I kindof want to write a letter to the editor of the RG to set the record straight about that class, but I don't really want to start the school year off on top of anyone's shit list. Principles vs. self-preservation. I can't choose. ...I'm already having bad dreams about senior English class.