a long week
J anuary 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. 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