Coster

Well, haha, here I am once again. It's just like it was before, only this time I also have to focus on bringing up my failing class grade as well as this. I want to rip my goddamn head off. I told myself I didn't want to feel this way again, that I didn't want to be this way again, but look where I fucking am, back at square one.

Am I overreacting? Is this just my insecure paranoid bullshit creeping up on me? I'm hoping it'll all be better soon, but the last time I tried that I ended up in an almost eight month depression before I even began to feel better.

I want school to be over. I want to work more, because I'm good at what I do and it makes me money. I'm gonna try to get my driver's license over the summer, maybe save up for a car if I can get enough hours.

I miss home. Is it weird to say I miss my sister's dog a lot? I watched that dog grow up from a tiny puppy to a mini horse. I remember when I went home for Christmas last year and how just excited she was when I got there. She had no idea I'd be coming back because I had been gone for so long and she didn't know why. She practically danced off the walls. I know she misses me - my sister told me before that she occasionally perks her head up and rushes to the door when she hears my old school bus go by, because she thinks I'll be coming home.