I don't care if no one else agrees with me, I will always believe that. When it comes to myself anyway.
Who determines valued reasons for self-harm anyway? "Oh that girls just doing for attention, how pathetic"----"Oh, look at him I feel so bad for his suffering"
Who gave you the right to call her pathetic? Even if you know her, you're not in her head.
It's a constant fucking struggle.
(Is it really that obvious that I missed a couple anti-depressant dosages?)
Anywho...
I am becoming okay with the concept of Drivers Ed. Three hours of forced boredom equals homework done in a timely fashion and without distraction. Also, the closer I get to my license the closer I am to not relying on mis padres para manejar.
*if you can't understand that, use a translator online. I'm not going to retype what I said in English*
I started the book "The House on Mango Street" for english class. I love it, for those of you who enjoy random, deep reads...I recommend. Also, it's very quick..I'm more than half way through it after only 45 minutes.
Assumptions are bad, don't make them about me or my intentions. Ask...you'll usually be surprised.
I wish people asked people questions more often, because lack of communication and confusion is a major downfall of society. On every level.
I'm debating dropped Concert Choir in favor of daily Symphonic band. Don't worry, I'll wait til next tri to decide.
My mind is on auto-pilot because I'm strangely tired, so I just wrote about everything on my mind.
