Though things would get better
I thought leaving home for a week would be good for me, make me loosen up. Apparently I was wrong. Saturday I cried, because I wasn't with my friends or my family. Now I am crying because I am stressed about school, I don't want to be around my parents, the man I love is forever away (always a problem) and I can't get anything in order. I tried to do something productive, I tried to burn my old converse. Apparently those things are fireproof because I couldn't get any burn out of them what so ever. I am just in need to some drugs, or alchol, or something to just forget about what is happeneing. 16 months of school left and I am ready to kill everybody in it. I don't think this is going to work out too well.