So today is Cards Out and I have this twisted feeling in my stomach that my grades won't be as high as the previous quarters and the thought of not having an honor makes me want punch someone hard. I mean I know I didn't do my best, but I did what I could and I hope that what I did would simply be enough to at least assure myself that my efforts have not all gone to waste. If that makes sense. Mom's getting my card and I hope she won't be disappointed.
Also, almost all of my friends are going to school while I'm home alone in this house and I'm sad and shit because I miss them terribly. I'm still not allowed to go out, because my fucking sensitive skin is allergic to almost everything in the environment and my mother is still waiting for the new rashes to go away before she can allow me outside. Which I hope, tomorrow, because she says that if the rashes have dwindled down, I'm going to get a much-needed haircut. I want to chop at least half of my hair off:
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| See? It's so dull. I want a boy cut. |
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