| Current mood: |  discontent |
Yay. Let's go 03. Demon, once again!
http://groups.msn.com/ugr8kdc4addomhoudc0afq8583/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=29
Note: I am extremely discontent with grades. It's all my fault, and it's been there since fourth grade(at the earliest that I can remember). Yeah. Not happy with any of my classes(except for art). I can get straight 'A's and a 6.0 if I did study for five minutes everyday and did my homework, but no. I haven't started my homework before 9 o'clock this year. Ever.
This I can say: I am not going to go to a UC. My mom's pushing me towards it too much. I feel like rebelling, and I am going to rebel. I want to be independent because I want to get something done. I want to be forced into doing something that is the norm for others, and not relying on my parents as much. In other words, give me a job instead of saying "A person who can't complete schoolwork can't have a job; your grades'll fall." How many times have I told you that it's not going to make a difference? How many times have I told you that I don't work at all at home. How many times have I told you that it's not Northgate that's hard, it's my idioticy.
I'd be really happy if I have ADD or emotional problems. Then that would mean that I'm more capable of doing things. Dang, I don't know how much I cried today. Probably enought to fill a bottle of water.
I repeat: I am not happy with my grades. I am not happy coping with my grades. I want to graduate. You don't know what senioritis is. I don't want to be compared to other people. You won't understand this inability to start work. I don't know why I don't say this to your face.
Ah, it'd be so swell if there was a swearing session. I want to, but I told myself I'm not going to in public.
(Read comments)
|
