because of all we've seen, because of all we've said...
It's amazing how something small can make me feel sooo much better. Really. Ugh. But it's annoyingly temporary. I just think that I don't know anymore. I look for reasons to reach out. I can't tell you the truth, I just can't. Is it ridiculous that something could be so irreparable? A crossroads now. It's better than bad but no good. Running always looks like the answer. Facing life can be harder than I'm ready for. I want to be in the real world now. I'm exhausted with preparation. So exhausted that by the time I make it to the real world there will be nothing left of me. Pack my bags, I'm ready to go. Go go go.
I failed my biology final, it didn't affect my grade that much, but still, it was moderately upsetting, I must admit.
I want to clean. It comforts me most. Manic midnight cleaning. It's my only coping mechanism.
Oh, and Ms. Waldron is a wretched bitch. I love art, but she's killing me. Sucking out my soul.