Vent book

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Finna cry a River because of the shitty weeks I've been having recently. I've been sweating bullets in PE class, drained from my 7th period of the day, stressed because of of keeping grades up, being constantly disrespected, being walked over like a gum wrapper on a sidewalk in the town square. It's getting too severe for me to control. I can't do it anymore. I feel like crap. Someday I'll run away from this mental torture complex called school. Save me from it all. Help me. Holiday breaks and weekends aren't enough to recover from the mental agony I go through every week. I go through more stuff a week then I can recover from in two days. I can't talk to the Counselors because my mother forbade them from taking to me because of something 1-2 years ago. I feel as if im stuck in a small corner, I feel im stuck in a back breaking small box that's covered in layers upon layers of heavy snow, I may break through some layers, but I end up falling back down the next week and have to dig back up again. It's almost like I'm stuck in an avalanche. I don't know where I'm facing, so it's difficult for me to dig in the correction and break the snow's surface to finally meet the blissful shine and glow on the sun.  It doesn't last long though. I fall right back in as if the frail, cold, bony hands of the Grim Reaper pulled me back down into the hell which I just escaped from. I do my hardest to do my very best, get the best grades, impress my parents and teachers. It's practical impossible for me to do so. With what I'm going through now. It's hard, Oh so hard. I feel as if nobody cares for me, I feel like I'm just a waste of space for everybody to walk on. Im a nobody in their eyes. A hollow and empty cast of a person. They don't understand what I go through. 

-Frankie B. 12:24pm, 12/9/22.