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I woke up at 5. I went to my bus stop. One other kid was there. We saw 3 buses. And our bus. Driving past. GAHHHHHHAHAHAFDHKLashdfkpaihcnvlkahdf;ljagal;sdnvl. Band practice was all, the same. Sweaty, tired, feel like I'm gonna pass out/puke. I already got a pass to the office. I talked to the sheriff about the whole dick head situation. My mom went to the court house, and he followed her. She got the restraining order. Then he followed her to the police station. Can you say psychotic? We WERE gonna stay at my aunt katie's (the one who took his stuff) but we're going to stay at the women's shelter! When I'm typing this, it's all monotonous. Unlike my police filled life. I'm actually kind of happy though. I saw a whole bunch of my friends and Beth gave me this hope you feel better thing. (thank you) I guess my mom is PUTTING ME IN COUNSELING!!!!!!!!! YAY!! (at the shelter) OK SURE MOM, I'LL GO INTO COUNSELING?!!!??!!?! thanks for asking. ::REALLY LOOONG SIGH:: school's the same old. Idk, how I'm gonna do it, I have Bond and Baker. The 2 teachers people told me not to get. Mrs. Bond is strange. very. Mrs. Baker looks like a bird. Well, to me. I still need to read 17 pages every night for myy AP history. the print is like 1/2 this size. My back hurts. Everything is really really really really really reheheheheaallly stressful and just ah. Ok.