You won't be seeing me on Friday.
I got a D on my report card. My parents think I'm dragging out my depression because I must enjoy feeling like shit, in some twisted way. My mom got fed up and started yelling at me because I was upset this afternoon. They think my grades are some kind of pathetic cry for help.
Therefore they're taking away my social life until I get a chance to bring my grades up. All I can do is go to school and Crucible rehersal, but they're contemplating pulling me out of that too. Apparently I've become an "emotional black hole", so this is meant to let you guys off my little pity-party hook too. They're also going to start shutting off my internet at six. Joy. Believe it or not, I WAS getting better... we'll see where that goes.
See you Sunday.
Therefore they're taking away my social life until I get a chance to bring my grades up. All I can do is go to school and Crucible rehersal, but they're contemplating pulling me out of that too. Apparently I've become an "emotional black hole", so this is meant to let you guys off my little pity-party hook too. They're also going to start shutting off my internet at six. Joy. Believe it or not, I WAS getting better... we'll see where that goes.
See you Sunday.