I can never tell if I feel better, or worse, after I have a good cry.
You take a deep breath in and you feel that knot in your chest, I don't like it.
My run-in with Josh (that's Math-boy's name, by the way) only perked me up for a little bit.
I found out I can't transfer to the other highschool, so I'm stuck in my own personal hell. Joy! And since I can't even afford one correspondance course, I can't drop any classes. And even though school JUST started, I'm already behind in the work.
My brother Mark is going a little...well, crazy, again and my parents won't stop yelling at eachother.
Ahh, this is just too much. It wouldn't be so bad if I had some friends at school to confide in. But, I've burned my bridges so those friends are...well...gone, pretty much.