My arm hurts. ;-;;;
Before we begin:
Anyhow.. wow, a day filled with nothing. I slept in and missed school but woke up in time to shower and then go with my mom and my brother to see my principal who made us wait for a good fucking half an hour before he told us to go and see my guidance counsellor regarding my insomnia, absences, catching up on work, etc. Whatever.
So she gave me some sheets I took to my doctor and while there my sister and I got needles we needed and my arm feels sore. Blah. Anyway, the doctor kept asking personal questions. Alot of 'em and it was bugging me. Also, having your mother there when trying to talk about personal things is annoying so I flipped out on her and told her to leave. She didn't react much 'cause she's used to me stressing and yelling. It's real hard having to tell your family personal things but atleast my mother has a better sense of understanding now. I know my dad doesn't but whatever. He's stubborn. Then the doctor mentioned that my counsellor thinks that my insomnia is caused by stress which is caused by feeling cut off from everyone and I just tried to explain that every fucking teen or person for that matter has stress so I doubt I'm anymore special. Then he stabbed me with the needle and said, "Are you happy?" I couldn't help but laugh for a good 2 minutes straight. No lie. Yea, so then he said he's marking an appointment for an evaluation and some time with a psychologist which was weird. And freaky. I mean, it's one fucking sleeping disorder and I'm getting sent to counsellors, psychologists, parent/school meetings, etc.
My mom says they all think I'm mental. Hm, I probably am.
Anyway, after that, I made it in time for work which was completely dead so they decided to cut me (send me home) since I'm working everyday this week and then I went and visited Steph for a bit at work. That was okay. Then I searched for books to buy but came up with nothing so scratch that. Sigh. I need to buy some books. I eventually made my way to dufferin mall alone and bought some ice cream and some clothes that were on sale at Bluenotes. You'll like them, people. They were the best looking & cheapest I could find. And now I'm down to $30 something left in my account until next Thursday. Oh well. God, my family won't stop talking to me. Oopsy, Michelle read that and is crossing her arms now.
ANYWAY.. I've got new clothes, got sent home, found out I'm being tested for mental problems, anddd got to skip school again. Apparently my teachers have bundles of homework for me to complete during the March break AND I'm not even scheduled to work next week because of a computer accident. I dunno if I care since I'll be busy and I'll be rich next week.. maybe I'll take a few shifts.
Gosh, I'm tired. This is odd. I'm guessing tomorrow's going to be stressful for me and I'm really regretting taking all of these extra shifts for work but in the end it'll pay off, I guess.
I don't think that today has been beneficial to me in any way other than buying clothes and my mother volunteering to pay for my net bill to "help relieve some of my stress." And I'm hoping that I'll only have to visit the psychologist this one time and that tomorrow when I go for counselling, they won't bug me as much as usual. This shit is really stressing. And the worst part? No one has given me atleast friggin' medication for my sleeping habbits. I'm sorry that this entry turned out a lot longer than intended. You guys can de-friend me if you'd like. But then I'd have to kill you.. because I'm crazy.
Nighty night. ;)
Anyhow.. wow, a day filled with nothing. I slept in and missed school but woke up in time to shower and then go with my mom and my brother to see my principal who made us wait for a good fucking half an hour before he told us to go and see my guidance counsellor regarding my insomnia, absences, catching up on work, etc. Whatever.
So she gave me some sheets I took to my doctor and while there my sister and I got needles we needed and my arm feels sore. Blah. Anyway, the doctor kept asking personal questions. Alot of 'em and it was bugging me. Also, having your mother there when trying to talk about personal things is annoying so I flipped out on her and told her to leave. She didn't react much 'cause she's used to me stressing and yelling. It's real hard having to tell your family personal things but atleast my mother has a better sense of understanding now. I know my dad doesn't but whatever. He's stubborn. Then the doctor mentioned that my counsellor thinks that my insomnia is caused by stress which is caused by feeling cut off from everyone and I just tried to explain that every fucking teen or person for that matter has stress so I doubt I'm anymore special. Then he stabbed me with the needle and said, "Are you happy?" I couldn't help but laugh for a good 2 minutes straight. No lie. Yea, so then he said he's marking an appointment for an evaluation and some time with a psychologist which was weird. And freaky. I mean, it's one fucking sleeping disorder and I'm getting sent to counsellors, psychologists, parent/school meetings, etc.
My mom says they all think I'm mental. Hm, I probably am.
Anyway, after that, I made it in time for work which was completely dead so they decided to cut me (send me home) since I'm working everyday this week and then I went and visited Steph for a bit at work. That was okay. Then I searched for books to buy but came up with nothing so scratch that. Sigh. I need to buy some books. I eventually made my way to dufferin mall alone and bought some ice cream and some clothes that were on sale at Bluenotes. You'll like them, people. They were the best looking & cheapest I could find. And now I'm down to $30 something left in my account until next Thursday. Oh well. God, my family won't stop talking to me. Oopsy, Michelle read that and is crossing her arms now.
ANYWAY.. I've got new clothes, got sent home, found out I'm being tested for mental problems, anddd got to skip school again. Apparently my teachers have bundles of homework for me to complete during the March break AND I'm not even scheduled to work next week because of a computer accident. I dunno if I care since I'll be busy and I'll be rich next week.. maybe I'll take a few shifts.
Gosh, I'm tired. This is odd. I'm guessing tomorrow's going to be stressful for me and I'm really regretting taking all of these extra shifts for work but in the end it'll pay off, I guess.
I don't think that today has been beneficial to me in any way other than buying clothes and my mother volunteering to pay for my net bill to "help relieve some of my stress." And I'm hoping that I'll only have to visit the psychologist this one time and that tomorrow when I go for counselling, they won't bug me as much as usual. This shit is really stressing. And the worst part? No one has given me atleast friggin' medication for my sleeping habbits. I'm sorry that this entry turned out a lot longer than intended. You guys can de-friend me if you'd like. But then I'd have to kill you.. because I'm crazy.
Nighty night. ;)