stayed home "sick" today
decided it last night...i was so tired...i knew i wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning and get ready for school...then go to school...so i told my dad i didn't want to go. simple as that.
i sort of wish i did go though...it's like 2 or 3 weeks into this semester...and i still haven't gone to 3 of my classes. yup.
i feel like a failure but at the same time...i don't care enough to give a shit.
carter is most likely moving to sonoma, full time. thank god.
he told his mom that he is "perfectly content with messing the rest of my life up if i have to live in cloverdale"...so she told him she would call the school district and see what she can do. i hope they enroll him at the high school...or something. i need him. he needs me.
hearing his voice when he's in cloverdale breaks my heart because he sounds so fucking depressed. there is no happiness in his voice...just pain. all he says is how much he wants to come home and that he loves me and misses me and that his mom needs to hurry up and get him out of there. i feel so bad.
i love him.
and mac dre. haha.
i need to go to school. everyday. go to all my classes...no matter how much i hate them. it's just something i need to do. fuck what i want. i need to pass these classes with at least C's...so i can get my van back and then get a job...fuck. it's gunna be hard. i know i can do it...but i dunno. fuck, look how pathetic i sound. fucking C's...that's all. fuck. whatever.
mmmkay. enough with the bitching.
i'm gunna call patricia in a few minutes...see how it went with the district and shit.
i put my portfolio together for photo...gunna turn it in first thing tomorrow. my very last print is hella shitty but oh well. i didn't leave it in the stop long enough because the bell rang. oops. whatever. i'll probably still get like an A or a B. ha.
i live like a rock star running from the cop car
i sort of wish i did go though...it's like 2 or 3 weeks into this semester...and i still haven't gone to 3 of my classes. yup.
i feel like a failure but at the same time...i don't care enough to give a shit.
carter is most likely moving to sonoma, full time. thank god.
he told his mom that he is "perfectly content with messing the rest of my life up if i have to live in cloverdale"...so she told him she would call the school district and see what she can do. i hope they enroll him at the high school...or something. i need him. he needs me.
hearing his voice when he's in cloverdale breaks my heart because he sounds so fucking depressed. there is no happiness in his voice...just pain. all he says is how much he wants to come home and that he loves me and misses me and that his mom needs to hurry up and get him out of there. i feel so bad.
i love him.
and mac dre. haha.
i need to go to school. everyday. go to all my classes...no matter how much i hate them. it's just something i need to do. fuck what i want. i need to pass these classes with at least C's...so i can get my van back and then get a job...fuck. it's gunna be hard. i know i can do it...but i dunno. fuck, look how pathetic i sound. fucking C's...that's all. fuck. whatever.
mmmkay. enough with the bitching.
i'm gunna call patricia in a few minutes...see how it went with the district and shit.
i put my portfolio together for photo...gunna turn it in first thing tomorrow. my very last print is hella shitty but oh well. i didn't leave it in the stop long enough because the bell rang. oops. whatever. i'll probably still get like an A or a B. ha.
i live like a rock star running from the cop car