May 19, 2010 12:34
Just when I thought I'd hit rock bottom, shit comes along to make me fall through the floor again.
Alright, so you guy know how I'm doing this home-school stuff, right?
I opted to do a Parent-Directed version of gym, figuring that my parents and I could talk it out, and find something that I would willingly do.
No.
No, I can't do that. I'm only 13. I haven't got any rights, nor do I know anything.
So I was given choices. Taekwondo, Swimming, Fencing, Dance, or some team sport.
I had an extremely traumatic experience with swimming (At the very least, it was only traumatic to me, and everyone else just laughs), I busted my knee, so I can't do Taekwondo (Ironically, it was Taekwondo that busted my knee), and I hate dancing. And, I refuse to do any team sport for my own, personal reasons.
So that leaves me with fencing. Big whoop.
Guess I have no choice.
I wish I had died. I really, wish I had died.
Instead, I'll just do what Teighe did (Does?). I'll keep my marks up in the 85-100% range, while being depressed and unhappy. Just to make my parents happy.
*Headdesk*
When did it come to this? Where did I go wrong?