so school is bad. in theory i can deal with that, right? wrong. i almost killed myself thursday night, after my mom suggested i stick it out for the rest of the year at that hellish school. and i was so close. the vein in my right wrist is so thin, so papery. it would be nothing. just a quick slash, and by morning, i would be gone...
it's horrible. that's all i can say. this is my diary and i can't even talk about it. all i can really say without getting really depressed and spiraling is the school is not the safe learning environment the administration said it would be. almost none of the students care about anything but drinking and/or weed and being as disruptive as possible, and the teachers have to yell at the students like they're five year olds. plus the teachers don't care about customizing the curriculum. i have a ton of homework and i was there three days.
i'm really discouraged. i know full well that winter break is just going to be a chance for me to worry and worry and worry some more about what's going to happen. because i had an ominous feeling of doom about this school. the principal acted somehow wrong and i just felt something amiss. and look where i am now. this isn't going to end well.
