|Current mood:|| tired|
So, our long awaited two week vacation is surprisingly already over. Seems almost non-existent to me. I thought the two weeks away from Hell would do me good, but I feel the same way as I did close to three weeks ago. Getting up in the morning is brutal. I swear I haven't seen the A.M. for half a month. You know what I hate more than anything? Waking up to go to school while it's still dark out. It's depressing. It's such a cold feeling in your chest where you just wish you would actually have an inch of control on your own life to be able to wake up when you want to, not when the town wants you too. Damn Weymouth. Damn high school.
I called my Mom from a payphone during study today. It made me feel so much better, I felt like I needed some kind of connection to the life outside of school, because school is Hell. I'm such a weirdo. I love my Mom.
I don't feel like writing at all.