|Current music:||Bond - Kismet|
Man, I suck at keeping these little journal things. Oh, well? Okay, so that whole 'being avoidant at school thing' is a lot harder than I had hoped for. I'm sick of a lot of stuff [ boy, i rant a lot. screw it, though. ]. Of school; teachers, peers, grades, work. Of my family; mom, sisters, roger, joseph. I've been a real fuck up. I hardly know what to think anymore, so I gashed my left wrist, yes; in a suicide attempt. It bled like crazy, but when I took a shower the next morning, the cuts weren't that deep. It was just a bleeder. Do I care? Not really.
So, I've been skipping school and was just about to dropout when the Mum decided she didn't want me to make her look bad; and started searching about Home Schooling. I really wouldn't mind Home Schooling, whatsoever, at all. However, regular schools will try and do anything for you to change your mind. Ugh. So, this morning I have to have a meeting with the counselor and my teachers to see how we can get my grades back up. I hate meetings without my Mum, even if I do loathe her with a passion, just she knows what to say. Only thing I know to do is: nod, fidget and eyeshift. Not much, yea? Another thing that sucks is: we're starting P.E. and it's required to do swimming and take showers, or you fail. Yea, so most girls complain about not wanting to be seen. True. Still, I'm very very modest. I won't even look at myself nude. I'm not calling myself fat or skinny or trying to fish for compliments; I just hate my body.
Well, have a little time left. I hope Mum comes with me. Going to work on story now.
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