I'm not very good at keeping Journals, as you can see.
However, although that is the case, I haven't had much to write about as of recent. Not much has happened to me.
Everything is just...The same. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I'm not too sure. Uncaring parents, frustrated younger brother: all as the usual.
It gets me angry, seeing my parents fight, (last night, my mom threw a full bottle of wine at my dad. As you can imagine, he's not very amused.) and on top of that, school is difficult also. No friends, proffessors/teachers/tutors - whatever you call them - see me as a disappointment and inconvience. Like I am nothing as I sit there, trying to complete the tasks at hand and battle the uncoming panic and depression of having everyone whisper about me.
He's mental.
Cuts himself, I've seen him.
I heard his mom beats him.
I was never one to be noticed in class, I pretty much avoided everyone and everything. But now, since I disappeared for a while, everyone seems to have their own assumptions (which are true.) about where I've been and what I've been doing.
One young girl (just a few years younger than me, mind) approached me on Friday, asking if I'd killed anyone.
What sort of question is that!? Excuse me, sorry, but did you murder someone?
I would have enjoyed saying, "why yes, I did, how did you know?" But I'd rather not cause a fuss, that's extremely unecessary for me and my study work.
I'm taking one day at a time, just breathing and ignoring the world around me.
I honestly do not think I could have done this without BestManAndMostHuman, they've been my support through this all.
Until next time.
