I'm not gonna do it though. Because eventually things will be better. So this wretched thing that I've become, which broke the refrigerator by throwing barbeque sauce at it, doesn't matter in the end. If I flunk pre calculus, that'll f**k me over. If I keep doing things like breaking refrigerators, that'll f**k me over. So I need to not do things like that.
My mind gets me here. So what now, I stare blankly at the Pre Calculus textbook?
It's 8:40, and I didn't get taught what I have to do for my pre cal homework. So I get to teach myself from a text book, which I suck at. Works well with the quiz I failed. Speaking of the quiz, I wish the teacher had helped me when I asked how to do something. I mean, that's what school is for right? Teaching? If we were all supposed to learn from text books we wouldn't pay teachers.
And while I'm gradually falling, I have to master a bunch of relatively difficult music for the music festival, in like a week. And with all these things I have to do and my cumulative sleep loss, I find it hard to do.
And I keep expecting people in my life to care but they never do.
And what does that make me? One of those attention/pity seeking emo kids?
Yup, that's how I feel, that's what I am now.
I can't believe I broke the f*cking refrigerator. I don't wanna deal with this, I just don't want to deal with ANY of this sh*t. But what else is there?