10:15 am
My head hurts. The dim lights make me feel calm. Breathe easy. Surrounding me are other Church kids. They all care about me. None of them know me personally. And I don't know if they ever will. But they are kind.
10:24 am
I like singing with the group. Sure I can't sing. But this one girl who usually plays the piano, Ashly, has this really amazing voice. And when we sing this song I think is called "holy holy holy" or "revelation song" she sings it so well. Pleasing to the ears.
I look at the instruments that are being unused. I could play both. Piano and drums. Not piano very well, I know like 4 keys. But I can play the drums dang well.
3:43 pm
I'm in a dog training class. Kuro has been going for about 9 weeks. He's doing really good. But he's still hyper. I look at him. He looks at me. What is he thinking? Being a dog must be wonderful.
They don't have to worry about failing a class where you've known the students since kindergarten. He doesn't worry about being taken away from his social family. He doesn't worry about not continuing a class that he actually enjoys.
So yeah. I failed Japanese. And I'm pretty torn about it. I'm really mad at myself. Why wasn't I smart enough? Why wasn't I good enough? Now I'm being taken away from these kids I've known since kindergarten. The kids I've grown up with. A lot of other kids have dropped out of the class or gone to different schools. These 14 people are all I have.
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A messed up teenage diary
Non-FictionEver since I was young, just about everything was difficult for me. Now, I'm 16. Not much has changed. Join me in my attempt to make it through my high school life with 7 mental disorders and a dark past.
