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Im failing, no, not with c's and D's, but with E's in most of my classes. Ive been in guidance almost everyday. For the most part my grades are that way because I apparently dont show up for school, and because up until recently ive been to sick to breath.
But because they keep calling me to the office I keep missing more class.
And now my house is infested with a disturbing amount of fleas that despite bombings will not go away.
For as long as I could remember Id always be paranoid there were bugs crawling all over me in the dark.
I guess you can imagine how terrifying it is to turn on the light and actually be covered in bugs.
So due to multiple other stress factors, more serious then a flea infestation, I dont know. I think I might actually be going insane to the point were its not really safe for me to leave the house.
Mrs Holzman thought I was being hostile and took me to guidance, she would be the third fucking teacher to due this. I cant help it if shes a moron.
I cant help it if being around people I hate 24-7 is making me a bit edgy.
I cant help the fact that my distaste for the majority of all people gets worse everyday. I dont know why I cant just accept things the way they are.
I dont know why I unvoluntairly start crying whenever I try to explain why I am upset, which makes me even more upset, because then I cant get my point through. I really dont know what the fuck is going on with me right now.
My best plan is to my smoke myself to point where I dont fucking care about anything, not about people, not about myself. Im more fucking productive when I smoke because I can actually stop thinking about things that are some how more important to me then geometrey or fictional characters in a book ect.
But because they keep calling me to the office I keep missing more class.
And now my house is infested with a disturbing amount of fleas that despite bombings will not go away.
For as long as I could remember Id always be paranoid there were bugs crawling all over me in the dark.
I guess you can imagine how terrifying it is to turn on the light and actually be covered in bugs.
So due to multiple other stress factors, more serious then a flea infestation, I dont know. I think I might actually be going insane to the point were its not really safe for me to leave the house.
Mrs Holzman thought I was being hostile and took me to guidance, she would be the third fucking teacher to due this. I cant help it if shes a moron.
I cant help it if being around people I hate 24-7 is making me a bit edgy.
I cant help the fact that my distaste for the majority of all people gets worse everyday. I dont know why I cant just accept things the way they are.
I dont know why I unvoluntairly start crying whenever I try to explain why I am upset, which makes me even more upset, because then I cant get my point through. I really dont know what the fuck is going on with me right now.
My best plan is to my smoke myself to point where I dont fucking care about anything, not about people, not about myself. Im more fucking productive when I smoke because I can actually stop thinking about things that are some how more important to me then geometrey or fictional characters in a book ect.