I haven't been in school...for a long time now.
Now there's only 37 days until my return.
It's not like anyone else return, but I won't be treated any different.
My body grows numb at the though of it, my brain throbs in pain.
And I just want to cry but I sit there, unable too.
Ive been loosing myself into a fantasy world, the temptation to grab a pencil and sketch book again and use my art and imagination to distract the pain away is high.
I don't want to carry around a sketch book, have the resting face of a bitch.
I refuse. But it looks like things are leading that way.
The school work will eventually become too much, and my shop is anxiety fuel enough.
The fear of walking those hauls or asking to use the nurses bathroom is something I have a little too much. I want to be homeschooled but that is no option.
Hah so welcome back the girl who got stabbed.
