The PT meeting wasn't too bad...for me anyway. My sister apparently failed in three subjects, and that's something since I don't think anyone in my family ever failed in any subject. And the fact that she's in 8th grade doesn't help. My teacher asked my dad if I was aggressive at home /)_- Da fuck?! Just because Ishowed attitude towards her once doesn't mean I'm aggressive! She goes like "You'll be surprised that I notice all these things." I can still hear a weird, old aged voice in my head. Ugh. I'm not surprised, because from Day 1 you've been bragging about how you're a psychologist and blah blah. Well, I have no idea how you got your degree but you suck at it. Judgemental adults...
Oh, and I choked on my tears when I told my dad that I won't get my usual complants last night. I don't even know why! I open my mouth, and my throat suddenly feels contracted and I'm on the verge of shedding tears. I seriously hate being this sentimental -_- I seem to cry for a lot of things lately, which sucks because it makes me feel weak and I happen to hate that feeling. Fick dich, sie emotionale zentrum meines gehirns. <--- That is German, cortsey of Google Translate. It feels good to cuss in a different language xD
It's a bit depressing in the beginning but it ain't as bad as it looks. This is the journal of a not so wimpy teen.
Thursday, 24 October 2013
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