Geez, time is flying.

Ew. Monday. This whole Monty deal makes me want to cry and scream, and worst of all... cut. At the ice skating rink, Monty told me about how Courtney asked him out and he said no because she was a f*ing bitch. And I can't help but think if that was some kind of way of tellimg ME I'm a bitch. Blah. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Sometimes I think mom's divorcing dad because she's paranoid he was going to cheat on her. And my grades are utterly horrible; if I don't bring them up, I'll have to repeat 8th grade. And I'm such a mess, I haven't even gotten to bass. Pre-UIL and FBSO concert are on Saturday, recital and HYS Chair Test on Sunday, so I need to talk to Andrew about playing as early as possible for the recital. And then sometime after that is my HYS audition for next year and all I can do is pray that I make Phil. And I feel like God is testing me or something. I hate how Mr. Ybarra asks if everyone's finished and then he singles ME out and asks me if I'm finished as if I'm the weakest link of the class and I hate it so much and I feel so stupid. Gah. I just want to... Blurg.

But now things are starting to look up. I went to English and found out I made the highest grade possible on my essay we had to turn into the state. Hooray.

Scratch everything. I just found out Krista and Monty practically f*ed. Wow. I'm going to... Jump off a building