a long week
January 7th
I lay my body down consciously that I was automatically alarmed around 3am. I helped my mom, trying to sleep it off after 3 hours, I can hear my dad grumble behind, saying my work is unsatisfied him.
My head aching, my friend rang me for some minutes, texted her that I decide to skip school today, I turned off my phone.
Mom wakes me up around 9am, brought me my breakfast. I talk to my boyfriend for a couple of hours and get back to the kitchen as my mom yelled for me to help her.
All the class operates today, a little proud of myself that I be able to answer my teacher's question of the relation between Johann Mendel and genetics. Even though, I know a 12 year old teenybopper can give a better answer than mine.
My anxiety get back amid Biology class, I again trying to figure out what major I fit in for university. I scribbled on the last page of my note, predict what my postcard would written like at least 3 years by now:
Dear, X
January 5th
I can't hold my cry on call, my boyfriend tried to calm me down. I feel cured henceforth, after besieging for two and half years, going through the same awkwardness 5 days a week.
I am confused about the explanation I shall give to my best friend, years I put that topic away each time we meet. Make her sure I'm happy, being alone and drowned with books among boisterous classmates is my decision. Nothing to worry about. I also have 3 other friends I am close to.
Deep down I know, never mind the effort I made, there's no seat left for me. I'm so sensitive, and its my problem.
January 4th
Only one scoop left of the Ice Cream I made yesterday. My brother convinced me it somehow fell from the refrigerator. I felt less disappointed, could be because I already expected, he will find out where I put my Ice cream while I'm in school and he's home, pretending he caught a cold.
January 3rd
I lay my body down consciously that I was automatically alarmed around 3am. I helped my mom, trying to sleep it off after 3 hours, I can hear my dad grumble behind, saying my work is unsatisfied him.
My head aching, my friend rang me for some minutes, texted her that I decide to skip school today, I turned off my phone.
Mom wakes me up around 9am, brought me my breakfast. I talk to my boyfriend for a couple of hours and get back to the kitchen as my mom yelled for me to help her.
January 6th
All the class operates today, a little proud of myself that I be able to answer my teacher's question of the relation between Johann Mendel and genetics. Even though, I know a 12 year old teenybopper can give a better answer than mine.
My anxiety get back amid Biology class, I again trying to figure out what major I fit in for university. I scribbled on the last page of my note, predict what my postcard would written like at least 3 years by now:
Dear, X
The last semester of high school filled my mind with future plans. I thought by owning 4 cats and an enthusiasm to watch National Geography will build me into a successful veterinary student. Recently, I realized it was a pseudo. I merely wanted to look honorable, surrounded by animals and a vet coat, get a proper job, lot of money after doing surgery on a dog.
My History teacher walked away, leaving no word. Disappointed that my friend wasn't paying attention to her lecture. We all at once become silent.
My History teacher walked away, leaving no word. Disappointed that my friend wasn't paying attention to her lecture. We all at once become silent.
January 5th
I can't hold my cry on call, my boyfriend tried to calm me down. I feel cured henceforth, after besieging for two and half years, going through the same awkwardness 5 days a week.
I am confused about the explanation I shall give to my best friend, years I put that topic away each time we meet. Make her sure I'm happy, being alone and drowned with books among boisterous classmates is my decision. Nothing to worry about. I also have 3 other friends I am close to.
Deep down I know, never mind the effort I made, there's no seat left for me. I'm so sensitive, and its my problem.
January 4th
Only one scoop left of the Ice Cream I made yesterday. My brother convinced me it somehow fell from the refrigerator. I felt less disappointed, could be because I already expected, he will find out where I put my Ice cream while I'm in school and he's home, pretending he caught a cold.
January 3rd
First day of my last semester in high school. Boring.
January 2nd
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January 1st.
Happy new year.
I stay on my bed, watching a video about human puberty, I mull over pointless matters as the video ended, like the depression I had a year ago, as well as the impact of it, insomniac. I cure the cause and the bump of it slowly faded.
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