The verdict is guilty
I had a major major meltdown at school. Someone went through my bag pack and stole a sandwich and my pencil case. So, I have to store my bag pack in my teachers room. That set me off. I just broke down crying.
All my frustrations and anger and loneliness and hopes and fears and everything came out. I really wanted to die. I thought I was going to, I was crying so hard. It was horrible. My cheeks are still staind with the tears and I still feel depressed but it kinda helped. My homeroom teacher, Ms. Jones, sat there and told me that no one should have to go through all this at once. She just let me cry which is more than my mom wuld have done. My mom would have just dis-missed it like it was nothing. It's not like shes helping me. I realy wish she would just send me home and tell me she never wanted to see my ugly face again. That's better than going through what shes putting me through.
I would give up EVERYTHING to come home. Everything. I hate it here and I cannot wait to come back home. I know I say that everytime I write in here but I really, honestly do feel that way. I just don't fit in here if you know what I mean. I'm different and everyone else is the same. They're pretty, I'm ugly, you know?
It sucks.
At least at Northern I fit in with a group of people. Here I'd have to be someone else to fit in. It sucks. I'm still myself. So, I'm lucky to have the friends I have.
Later, if I make it home with out killin myself.
All my frustrations and anger and loneliness and hopes and fears and everything came out. I really wanted to die. I thought I was going to, I was crying so hard. It was horrible. My cheeks are still staind with the tears and I still feel depressed but it kinda helped. My homeroom teacher, Ms. Jones, sat there and told me that no one should have to go through all this at once. She just let me cry which is more than my mom wuld have done. My mom would have just dis-missed it like it was nothing. It's not like shes helping me. I realy wish she would just send me home and tell me she never wanted to see my ugly face again. That's better than going through what shes putting me through.
I would give up EVERYTHING to come home. Everything. I hate it here and I cannot wait to come back home. I know I say that everytime I write in here but I really, honestly do feel that way. I just don't fit in here if you know what I mean. I'm different and everyone else is the same. They're pretty, I'm ugly, you know?
It sucks.
At least at Northern I fit in with a group of people. Here I'd have to be someone else to fit in. It sucks. I'm still myself. So, I'm lucky to have the friends I have.
Later, if I make it home with out killin myself.