It's the bitter taste of losing everything that I held so dear
Claire told me that Daniel likes another girl, and it hurts, a little. I-don't-need-a-guy-to-make-me-happy, I don't I don't I don't. I'm sure if I keep telling myself over and over, I'll believe it. I will.
On Friday, we were handed a yellow paper, a red booklet, and the job of choosing our classes for next year. I sat there blankly, knowing not what to do with the rest of my life. Even the choice of a Career Academy overwhelmed me. There is nothing I want to do. So, the only way out would be the IB program. But I fear I might commit academic suicide if I choose that path.
Overwhelmed me so much I spent the night in tears. Two in the morning and I'm still sniveling like a little girl, I'm not ready for all that crap. Clutching my purple bear, not knowing what the hell I wanted to do with my life.
But it seems I'm not the only one. My mom checked out a book on how people figured out what they wanted to do with their life, and there were fourteen people in line before her to check out the book.
My life is coming apart. So tired lately that I tried using my contact solution to wash my face. Then I threw my socks in the trash, thinking it was the hamper. But I'm scared, because if this is what it's like now, in the baby year of high school, how broken will I be when Sophomore year rolls around and I'm taking the real classes?
I don't even want to know, really.
On Friday, we were handed a yellow paper, a red booklet, and the job of choosing our classes for next year. I sat there blankly, knowing not what to do with the rest of my life. Even the choice of a Career Academy overwhelmed me. There is nothing I want to do. So, the only way out would be the IB program. But I fear I might commit academic suicide if I choose that path.
Overwhelmed me so much I spent the night in tears. Two in the morning and I'm still sniveling like a little girl, I'm not ready for all that crap. Clutching my purple bear, not knowing what the hell I wanted to do with my life.
But it seems I'm not the only one. My mom checked out a book on how people figured out what they wanted to do with their life, and there were fourteen people in line before her to check out the book.
My life is coming apart. So tired lately that I tried using my contact solution to wash my face. Then I threw my socks in the trash, thinking it was the hamper. But I'm scared, because if this is what it's like now, in the baby year of high school, how broken will I be when Sophomore year rolls around and I'm taking the real classes?
I don't even want to know, really.