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I had another mental breakdown in school. /Rant.

Fri Nov 20, 2009, 7:27 AM

_{/Start rant.

This year has been terrible. Really, and it took me til yesterday to figure it out.

~sonofthereaper and I haven't been on the best terms. I lost all trust for him, so, naturally, I've been an emotional wreck to begin with for the passed week or so. But I suck it up and go to school. Well, that wasn't the best idea.

He was in the nurses office yesterday. Throwing up and crying, he sends me a text message telling me this durring 2nd period. I raise my hand, with that feeling something is wrong, and I ask her if I can read it. She says yes, then I tell her whats going on and without a pass she tells me to just go... So, I do.

By now I'm tearing up, I'm worried, I've been scared the entire week, and because I don't have a pass, and I'm dating Jerome who's sick, she feels it necessary to rant to me on how we shouldn't be living together, and my relationship means nothing in school, and I HAVE to go back to class.

Well that set me off... I start crying, really crying now, and screaming back at her for what she said. I feel Constintine in the back of my head again... He seemed to be enjoying himself.

So I got sent to the office, well, forced into the office, and the head of the counciling department came and got me one whole class period later.

I was walked down to another office and sat in the back room, my counciler, Mr. Z came in, greeted me and asked me what happened. In blubbers I try getting something out, but I'm to upset to do so.

Then some other guy called Kristburg comes in, I haven't seen him since the begining of the year when he put a 17 year old, me, in ninth grade. Not to happy about that...

So he starts ranting to me. I'm sobbing, everything hurts. And he tells me I got reported by one of my teachers. Why? Because I cant write.

Apperantly the cast on my arm isn't an excuse. The cast on my writing hand, isn't an excuse? What? Yeah. Then he tells me that I need to get tested for weed because I walked out of a bathroom that was apparently "cloudy". Three other girls where in there with me... Why didn't they get tested? I asked. "Well its because of the way you dress."

I looked down, I was wearing the same things they where.

Oh, and they also think I'm cutting class because it takes me 5 minutes to undo my belt and pants BECAUSE OF MY BROKEN FUCKING HAND.

DO YOU NOT SEE THE FUCKING HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW CAST ON MY ARM SOUTHERN?

So they send me to a big emty room and tell me to sit. So I do, sobbing. I'm sick of the place. I've been in the office since 9am, it's now after lunch, 12:15.

Brody, the therapy dog, came in and spent a little time with me. His owner, Mrs. Baker did too. She seemed to cheer me up a little, and Brody helped a lot.

They finally give me the option to "calm down and go back to class". But Mrs. Baker seemed to convince them to let me go home, since she seemed to be the only one smart enough to ask me simple questions, like when my lunch period was, and the name of my pets. Which, I was too out of shape to do. I didn't know the name of my dogs an rats till about 10:30 last night, and I was still crying when I did.

Yesterday was horrible... I'm still having a lot of trouble remembering things. Like ~sonofthereaper's name... I've been calling him Shavo... And I can't remember when I ate. Nothing...

I'm completely blank.}

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