End of the week
Jan. 16th, 2026 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deaddustwitchIt's Friday. What a week.
I genuinely cannot stand my new English teacher, but I can't articulate what she does. I just know it's rude, and unprofessional, and I wish I could just get on with it. Why did my other one have to retire? Why couldn't she have waited until July? I get it, but also I'm upset.
My blood pressure keeps dropping, because I don't eat, and it's making me feel awful. Now my mum wants me to start eating breakfast before school, but I genuinely can't. I don't know why. I'm just scared, I guess. I don't want to eat. I just want to photosynthesize instead.
I'm worried about my friends, and myself. I just want to rot a little bit.
I'll have dance again tomorrow. It should be nice.
Maybe the weekend will be better.
I genuinely cannot stand my new English teacher, but I can't articulate what she does. I just know it's rude, and unprofessional, and I wish I could just get on with it. Why did my other one have to retire? Why couldn't she have waited until July? I get it, but also I'm upset.
My blood pressure keeps dropping, because I don't eat, and it's making me feel awful. Now my mum wants me to start eating breakfast before school, but I genuinely can't. I don't know why. I'm just scared, I guess. I don't want to eat. I just want to photosynthesize instead.
I'm worried about my friends, and myself. I just want to rot a little bit.
I'll have dance again tomorrow. It should be nice.
Maybe the weekend will be better.
