Journal 31
I guess it's really over now.
I've gotta try and push this out of my mind, I need to focus I have nationals tomorrow.
Who am I kidding? There's no way I'll be able to focus. Ugh, I hate this.
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Journal 31
I guess it's really over now.
I've gotta try and push this out of my mind, I need to focus I have nationals tomorrow.
Who am I kidding? There's no way I'll be able to focus. Ugh, I hate this.
Journal #31
Watching her hold her son, it made me think of how that could be Sam and I some day. I do want a family, a big one, being an only child kind of sucks, but I mostly grew up in an orphanage. But still. I know it's too early to be thinking about this but still, it's how I feel. I know I'll have a family someday, just not right now.
Journal 31
I get it, I get why you're upset, but then you're not understanding the place I am at right now. I am 18. I am not stupid. I have more than average grades. I have faults. I have good things and bad things about me. But that shouldn't make you question what I do. Yes, I am late every morning for school, but that doesn't mean I'm not responsible. I take discretion about the things I do. I am late because I can be late. We do jack shit in that class and guess what? I have a 97 average in that class as of a few days ago. I am a hard worker and I am filling my time now by seeing friends, going a bit wild and letting loose before I get another job. So don't tell me that I can't go out late because I have school the next day- even though it starts at 10 on Wednesdays. Don't tell me that I can't be coming home late at like 1 or 2 am in the morning when I don't even do that on weekdays. I save my outrageous wild nights for the weekend, thank you very much. I know what I'm doing, and it seems to be going just fine. Those remarks about my school? Don't even say anything. I'm doing better now than I was last semester or even last year. I have shit that you dish out that I have to deal with, I have my major self-esteem issues which I have to conquer and lastly, I am having a tough time adjusting to what my family is becoming.