i think it's still alive
You Should Be a Fiery Redhead
Bold, head turning, and sure to show off your skin and eyes.
What Kind of Redhead Should You Be?
Ironic. I'm more of an auburn red. Oh well.
Days filled with Paula-lectures, brain death, trying not to let people notice I'm sleeping, and various wonderful things such as.
I haven't been doing so hot lately. High school is driving me crazy. By crazy, I mean I resist the urge from physically harming people or yelling at them. The yelling is much more likely. I cry for no reason at all very often. For the past week.
School is so terribly stressful to me. I still come home and feel like crap. Like, really like crap. Like I can't function. I wish more than anything to drop out and get GED. To be done, to just put high school behind me. People won't let me.
I have to take an extra credit of writing for some reason. I thought I'd taken care of my english. I have to go back for another trimester. I don't know if I will.
And yeah, I know you're all going to bitch at me and tell me to get my damn diploma and that it's so much better for me, but you know what? I don't care. I'm cracking at the seams this year. I was done with high school last year. I didn't want to come back. It's not just that lazy feeling, either. Even if I slept in every day and went later in the day, I would still hate it. It's like I have issues being happy, even if there's nothing making me be unhappy. It seems like something's making me nervous and anxious and I don't sleep, it seems.
I bit all my nails off.
I want out of high school. It's like a school week causes two steps back, and the weekend break only takes me one step forward. It's all cracking. I feel sane, I feel stable, sometimes, but I can't figure out why I feel so... pathetic.
In good news, the only good parts of my day are when I chill with Party and I may have found myself a job after all.
Old Navy has an interview, and See's is scheduling one. Anyone know Old Navy's starting pay?
Yeah. I dunno how I'll survive. I've almost cried at school so many times this week. I've been avoiding almost everyone. I just don't want them around. And Chris hasn't been around, either.
Oh well.
Bold, head turning, and sure to show off your skin and eyes.
What Kind of Redhead Should You Be?
Ironic. I'm more of an auburn red. Oh well.
Days filled with Paula-lectures, brain death, trying not to let people notice I'm sleeping, and various wonderful things such as.
I haven't been doing so hot lately. High school is driving me crazy. By crazy, I mean I resist the urge from physically harming people or yelling at them. The yelling is much more likely. I cry for no reason at all very often. For the past week.
School is so terribly stressful to me. I still come home and feel like crap. Like, really like crap. Like I can't function. I wish more than anything to drop out and get GED. To be done, to just put high school behind me. People won't let me.
I have to take an extra credit of writing for some reason. I thought I'd taken care of my english. I have to go back for another trimester. I don't know if I will.
And yeah, I know you're all going to bitch at me and tell me to get my damn diploma and that it's so much better for me, but you know what? I don't care. I'm cracking at the seams this year. I was done with high school last year. I didn't want to come back. It's not just that lazy feeling, either. Even if I slept in every day and went later in the day, I would still hate it. It's like I have issues being happy, even if there's nothing making me be unhappy. It seems like something's making me nervous and anxious and I don't sleep, it seems.
I bit all my nails off.
I want out of high school. It's like a school week causes two steps back, and the weekend break only takes me one step forward. It's all cracking. I feel sane, I feel stable, sometimes, but I can't figure out why I feel so... pathetic.
In good news, the only good parts of my day are when I chill with Party and I may have found myself a job after all.
Old Navy has an interview, and See's is scheduling one. Anyone know Old Navy's starting pay?
Yeah. I dunno how I'll survive. I've almost cried at school so many times this week. I've been avoiding almost everyone. I just don't want them around. And Chris hasn't been around, either.
Oh well.