It's just too little too late, a little too wrong, and I can't wait...

I can't take it anymore!!! All this pressure and plop! Down down down I fall through the rabbit hole. I hate Social - thank you Mr. Millette and Thomas - both of you are asses. (and yes I know I have a dirty mouth but you'd be pissed too!) And now we have soooo much social homework it's sickening. I hate this.

On top of all that wonderful homework, most of what I'm freaking out about has nothing to do with school. I hate the word cancer - it' s so ominous, foreboding. I hate it even more when you have to wait to find out if someone in your family has it. It makes being stressed about social look stupid. I can't concentrate to save my life - how can someone NOT freak when they're scared they might lose somebody? Argh. On top of that, there are so many other things I can't mention. How about someone knocks me out with a hammer so I can sleep and not think for a little while? That would be lovely.

The only good thing about today is that it's Friday and mom isn't on my back about things that shall remain nameless.

Here's to the weekend, sleep, and benign spots on x-rays.