I'm Freaking The Fuck Out. My headache is creeping back up behind my ears and my teacher held me after class to tell me my presentation was "inappropriate" eVEN THOUGH IT WASN'T. She just thought that the song was talking shit about God but literally it was about the singers struggle with himself and how that impacts his relationship with God. Literally he's incredibly Christian and she was out here thinking he was a Satanist or some shit, she called it "demonic". Imagine if she juST LISTENED TO MY ANALYSIS WITHOUT FREAKING OUT AND PANICKING ABOUT OTHER KIDS' PERCEPTIONS.
I was making weird sounds in Psych because I wasn't thinking and I was still freaking out about Language and someone recorded me and put me on their Snapchat story. At least I looked okay. I've got a weird aesthetic today. Like, skater boy meets Joyce Manor meets 80's retropunk (kinda).
I'm being pressured to do the SAGA fundraising and it's just not fucking happening this week but apparently Kaden made announcements to two of his biggest classes and various teachers. It's not happening. FUck this. I don't have to do anything I don't want to.
My headache is spreading, it's nearing my temples now. I need Ryland, I don't know where he's at.
I tried venting to my friend about the Language thing but she was in the middle of a test and told me she was responding to the gist of it but doesn't need all the dialogue. Basically, leave her alone, I'm saying too much. I'm sad, I'm upset, I need a nap.
I have too much fucking shit to do 9th hour today. 20 minutes is not enough time to take a math quiz, re-explain the situation to my language teacher, and get feedback on a scholarship essay due tonight. I'm. Just. The bell rang, I need to go.
