Tried to focus on studying. Maybe I got bored, probably. I came to the computer to read other things. Mom comes in and tells me studying is no game. She tells me to organize the room where I put my books around. So I organize it and she tells me, “I knew you’d organize it instead of study here now”.
Yeah. Okay. I wish I didn’t feel bad for it. I am trying to hold back tears. What the fuck do I do now? AT this point I am crying. I don’t want to live here anymore. But where do I go? I am such a sensitive bitch, I can’t so anything.
I feel like a good-for-nothing lazy ass who would study right now but instead writing here now.
Sometimes I’d feel like I am making excuses for myself to not study. It feels a lot like that now.