My day; a summary:
I wake up, feeling less than great. I am tired. Not sure if it is physically or mentally yet.
I got to school, attempting to be somewhat normal for m friends.
My classes are dragging. I feel sick. Tired, sick, and distant.
New aeating arrangment in seminar. I try my best not to angrily out burst. My seminar tacher must have it out for me.
I go to garfield, working on papers and putting in grades. I feel sicm the closer it gets to the end of the day.
I walk home, the knot in my stomach subsiding for a moment.
I get home. Relax. Then chores
Choresan and chores. When i should be doing homework.
Now, at almost nine, stress gets to me yet again, and I wonder how many times i will cry this year
And now i feel all kinds of sick.