I swear I'm not dead. Seriously.
It's just that I never have time to do anything anymore. Including update my journal.
It's insane how much I miss you guys. My throat hurts everytime someone at school claims to be my best friend, because they're not.
And everyone's not so nice anymore, now that I've started telling them more about myself. They think it's weird that I go to the library every time I have a spare moment (I guess that is weird, but it's better than listening to them plan how they're going to make me more social), and it's weird that I'd rather play video games than flirt with a cute guy (I DON'T KNOW HOW, I TELL YOU!), and the way I talk is weird, and the way I dress is weird, and the way I think, or write, or... or BREATHE, even.
... Okay, that last one was a hyperbole. But that's how I feel.
And they always say all this with a smile plastered on their faces. Then they say, "No offense or anything, but..."
Yeah. It's not going to offend me when you tell me that every move I make alienates me further from the rest of the student body.
It's not entirely their fault, though. Maybe if I'd tried a little harder at the beginning to fit in, things would be easier. Of course, back then, I was under the impression that if I acted miserable enough, my parents would take us back to Florida, but that wasn't the case.
It used to be that I took 'weird' as a compliment. But now it really bothers me, because I'm weird in ways that I don't want to be. I've become a total loner because I don't know what the definition of 'normal' is at this school, and it seems that everyone else does.
I'm done wallowing in self-pity. Now comes the part that I'm trying to forget about.
Chase got called up to the nurse's office yesterday, and they checked the back of his neck. There were lines of discoloration, and that indicated that his body was sending the insulin there instead of using it.
It's basically a sign that he could have type 2 diabetes.
I don't remember the last time I've been this scared. My mom was always saying that she was worried about his weight (he weighs ten pounds more than I do, and he's only eleven), but I never thought anything could happen to him.
It's like one of those things you think can only happen to someone else.
We're going to put him in sports and start taking him to the doctor more frequently. He probably doesn't have it, but I'm still scared for him.
Chase was a little scared yesterday, but he seems fine now, so I'm not going to dwell on it. He's going to know if I'm worried, and I don't want to scare him.
So I'm going to go play video games with him now.
Love you!
It's insane how much I miss you guys. My throat hurts everytime someone at school claims to be my best friend, because they're not.
And everyone's not so nice anymore, now that I've started telling them more about myself. They think it's weird that I go to the library every time I have a spare moment (I guess that is weird, but it's better than listening to them plan how they're going to make me more social), and it's weird that I'd rather play video games than flirt with a cute guy (I DON'T KNOW HOW, I TELL YOU!), and the way I talk is weird, and the way I dress is weird, and the way I think, or write, or... or BREATHE, even.
... Okay, that last one was a hyperbole. But that's how I feel.
And they always say all this with a smile plastered on their faces. Then they say, "No offense or anything, but..."
Yeah. It's not going to offend me when you tell me that every move I make alienates me further from the rest of the student body.
It's not entirely their fault, though. Maybe if I'd tried a little harder at the beginning to fit in, things would be easier. Of course, back then, I was under the impression that if I acted miserable enough, my parents would take us back to Florida, but that wasn't the case.
It used to be that I took 'weird' as a compliment. But now it really bothers me, because I'm weird in ways that I don't want to be. I've become a total loner because I don't know what the definition of 'normal' is at this school, and it seems that everyone else does.
I'm done wallowing in self-pity. Now comes the part that I'm trying to forget about.
Chase got called up to the nurse's office yesterday, and they checked the back of his neck. There were lines of discoloration, and that indicated that his body was sending the insulin there instead of using it.
It's basically a sign that he could have type 2 diabetes.
I don't remember the last time I've been this scared. My mom was always saying that she was worried about his weight (he weighs ten pounds more than I do, and he's only eleven), but I never thought anything could happen to him.
It's like one of those things you think can only happen to someone else.
We're going to put him in sports and start taking him to the doctor more frequently. He probably doesn't have it, but I'm still scared for him.
Chase was a little scared yesterday, but he seems fine now, so I'm not going to dwell on it. He's going to know if I'm worried, and I don't want to scare him.
So I'm going to go play video games with him now.
Love you!