Goals for today - Mon, 23 March 20XX
Thoughts and Worries - Mon, 23 March 20XX
1. I took my medicine yesterday, but I'm still the same old me. I hope I get better.
2. I think my Dad won't let me go running or do taekwondo due to me not doing the dishes (Might seem impossible, but I have actually been held back from an activity due to me not finishing the dishes) because I made a bet with my younger brother, Vincent, that I'll bring the bike to school (Cuz he's not allowed because he's too rough and keeps pulling up the wheelie on main roads), and then after school, I'll give the cycle to him; he'll ride home. When we're close to the house, he'll give the bicycle back to me, and in exchange for that, he'll wash the dishes. But he didn't do the dishes! Getting me into trouble. I shouldn't have trusted that guy. Now my dad is mad, and he might not let me go, so here I am hoping he lets me go.
3. I'm worried I may have lost a good friend. During the first period, English, when I was on my way to class, I practically sprinted through the corridor to purposefully avoid eye contact with Sean, as his class was opposite mine. Oh man, that backfired so badddddd. During lunch, I caught Sean's eyes and do you know what he did? He F ing rolled his eyes at me and looked the other way, he looked so livid that I stumbled out of shock!
4. I'm worried that Sean may not want to be friends with me anymore. It's not surprising considering my many faces, but I really thought he wouldn't mind. I guess I was wrong. I don't want to lose him as a friend; I don't want him to permanently go back to being cold and 'nonchalant'. I really like his company, and I hope I don't lose him due to one of my multiple faces.
5. I'm worried about deteriorating in ranks in chemistry, as my sheet got stained by my packed lunch, and my chemistry teacher probably won't want it back.
Anyways by blue, it's me logging off at 22:30. Hope for me.
Thoughts and Worries - Thur, 26 March 2026
1. I think something's wrong with me. I think I might be wrong. Because I keep having to take deep breaths during class to stop myself from crying, and it still doesn't work! Today our school met Karl Nove, and he saw me twice! He had a bad impression of me cuz I was on the verge of crying first period, and I was on the verge of crying. LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I can barely compose myself in lessons without crying these days. I'm genuinely scared. Can't talk much tonight; gotta cry blue, anyways this is me signing off at 22:44. Goodnight.