Well, back to school. And I have to say something. The future's generation is screwed.
I'm really not going to go into detail. I'm not saying everybody, but the majority of the future's generation is failing everybody. I'm really disappointed in the IQ level of teenagers. I don't know about highschoolers, maybe a miracle happens, but the people in our school need help.
Basketball was today. I finally got some sleep in the locker room, and somebody came up and slapped my butt. How rude. Do they not know that's an invasion of personal privacy? They woke me up...and I was not happy about that. Is that what they do for entertainment? I swear...*sigh*
We have testing all week. I'm apparently in Mrs. Adam's room. I don't know her well enough to judge her, but from what I hear she gets onto you for everything. I don't want to suck up, but I don't want to talk. I guess I'll just get done with my test and write. I might write a note for if I die. Shizola, I sound emo.
I am listening to Evanescance. My mother would worry about me if she caught me listening to this kind of music. It sounds as if I'm dying. Wow. But hey, it's music. She shouldn't judge people so easily. I know she would. Whatever. I know, I am rambling, but I just want to fill some of this space up. So...what else? I am a complete insomniac. Yesterday...five hours. The most I've got all week. I try everything. I won't fight it, my body can sleep however much it wishes. I'll just have to suffer. When it starts effecting my grades, then I'll get help.
Sarah and Kaceycakes don't know how much I appreciate them getting music for me. IT's as if they are saving my life. I couldn't live without them or music. So...it all works out in the end. I know you guys will read this, so tell me what I can do for you. *grins*
I need to study more, but at the same time I need to get my life back on track. I want to tell my mom about my depression and insomniac ways, but I don't know how. Please tell me something I could say to her, because I don't want her to think it's her fault. And admitting I have a problem to my own mother is saying that something is wrong with me. I don't mean to be dramatic, either. Hannah. Hmm...I guess I'll go now. Dinner is almost ready. Actually, that's a lie, but I just ran out of things to say.
Leave a comment...please?
-Maggie-
I'm really not going to go into detail. I'm not saying everybody, but the majority of the future's generation is failing everybody. I'm really disappointed in the IQ level of teenagers. I don't know about highschoolers, maybe a miracle happens, but the people in our school need help.
Basketball was today. I finally got some sleep in the locker room, and somebody came up and slapped my butt. How rude. Do they not know that's an invasion of personal privacy? They woke me up...and I was not happy about that. Is that what they do for entertainment? I swear...*sigh*
We have testing all week. I'm apparently in Mrs. Adam's room. I don't know her well enough to judge her, but from what I hear she gets onto you for everything. I don't want to suck up, but I don't want to talk. I guess I'll just get done with my test and write. I might write a note for if I die. Shizola, I sound emo.
I am listening to Evanescance. My mother would worry about me if she caught me listening to this kind of music. It sounds as if I'm dying. Wow. But hey, it's music. She shouldn't judge people so easily. I know she would. Whatever. I know, I am rambling, but I just want to fill some of this space up. So...what else? I am a complete insomniac. Yesterday...five hours. The most I've got all week. I try everything. I won't fight it, my body can sleep however much it wishes. I'll just have to suffer. When it starts effecting my grades, then I'll get help.
Sarah and Kaceycakes don't know how much I appreciate them getting music for me. IT's as if they are saving my life. I couldn't live without them or music. So...it all works out in the end. I know you guys will read this, so tell me what I can do for you. *grins*
I need to study more, but at the same time I need to get my life back on track. I want to tell my mom about my depression and insomniac ways, but I don't know how. Please tell me something I could say to her, because I don't want her to think it's her fault. And admitting I have a problem to my own mother is saying that something is wrong with me. I don't mean to be dramatic, either. Hannah. Hmm...I guess I'll go now. Dinner is almost ready. Actually, that's a lie, but I just ran out of things to say.
Leave a comment...please?
-Maggie-
