Stress Syrup. And Uncertaintly.

I don’t know what to say.
I feel like today has been exhausting though nothing of significance has happened.
I thought I had a lot of math homework, but since I’m going to get help with the Self-Test I didn’t really.
And reading didn’t take as long as I thought it did.
(Though I still haven’t done vocab)
The thought of work is what stresses me out.
Actually doing work isn’t too bad.

Today my stress-triggered neck-twitch started firing super hardcore, I got loads of comments on it. In addition to that I started pulling out my hair again. A lot.
And I don’t know why.
Comparatively, I didn’t have that much to do today.
I sorta feel like I need somebody to talk to, but were I to have that somebody, I’d have nothing to say.
In fact, I have some bodies everywhere. I can be almost completely open with all of my internet friends.
I don’t really know how I feel.
I hate commitments.
I love borrowing stuff, but I hate the thought of returning it.
I guess what I fear is responsibility.
Thoreau didn’t have to be accountable to anybody for anything.
He made everything on his own, for himself.
Self-reliance is beautiful.
As is dependence.
Am I dependant?
I’m tired.



Rachel W. is shadowing tomorrow, I really hope the students can pull themselves together enough to impress her.
I’d love for her to come to our school,
I wish she’d come today, or the day after tomorrow. But Tuesday means I have English, and my English class is embarrassing.
It’s the epitome of what my school should not be.
Though Claire and I should have an awesome final project.
She brightens up English.
She’d better not be sick tomorrow, that would suck.

New musical love: The Tontons’ - Dancing + Syrup
Only Syrup was on the internet though.