I was bored.

So I write my thoughts on my arm.
It started on my leg accually. I wrote summer sucks. Then I wrote zoo. Then I wrote teachers are my friends.
Then I moved it to my arm. I re-wrote teachers are my friends then made an arrow to I'm friends with 30 year olds.
I finished it off with the best thing ever.
I wrote: one of the coolest people I know is my 23 year old alegbra teacher.

Ah I'm so cool.

I'm friends with teachers.

I'm pretty sure my friends would think that's weird.
My favorite teacher that turned into my friend throughout this past year, is the only one that knows that I was depressed. I think that she told my other teacher, because she talks to me a lot now. She added me on facebook.
They talked about me hanging out with them and them somehow figuring out me going to art camp which is confusing. I'll ask my dad to pay for it.
I think it'd be kind of weird to hangout with my other teacher, mrs.barnett. She's kind of old and has three kids.
Mrs.Brooks, my friend, I would spend days at her house. I was thinking about that earlier. I would love to babysit her adorable kids. She's the coolest adult I know.
Oh well, I'm insane.

How long do you think it'd take me to walk across town?

Because I really don't want to be here.
Everythig sucks and I want to scream.

What a lovely summer I'm having.

My mom has given me a list of fifteen or so things to do today. Yesterday I cleaned the house and cooked dinner. I have to do the same thing again today, but today I have to find my stepdads keys and my moms flash drive.
For a second I cracked and started crying because it's hard. My mom comes by, "what the f@&$ is wrong with you? Get ahold of yourself." no thank you, or nothing. She's mad because I can't find her flash drive. She flipped out on me and told me that she does all this in half a day. My stepdad is too lazy to help out and I get that she's sick and can't do anything, but no need to kick me when I'm already down.

Why do I even bother?

I cooked dinner today since my mom is sick. My stepdad then starts to complain because I didn't get enough condiments Then he yelled at me and told methat I didn't do anything. Ah I hate him.

My mom

Just asked if me if my room was clean.
This would have been normal if she wasn't fresh out of surgery and sleeping.

That was scary.

My mom was supposed to be gone for two hours. She was gone for four. It would have been okay if she wasn't gone to surgery.
She misscarried last month. There was some mystery with her pregnancy. Beause she was misscarrying and her blood still read pregnant. They thought she might have a tube baby.
Turns out, it was a tube baby.
There was a tiny clot of what could have been a baby caught in her ovarie.
She left at two thirty, and I was scared that she wasn't coming back.

She finally came back, at six. Now my stepdad and her are cuddling and I'm hungry. I want food, and to go home.