Two nights ago I felt really depressed. Yesterday I was supposed to be working but didn't do anything much because I couldn't concentrate. Then my mom interrogated me and got really upset with me but I couldn't say anything because I didn't know how to explain it. I'm really upset with the pair of them, they haven't really made any effort to understand what I go through. I went to bed crying. Seriously. I was actually crying.
But I'm better now!
Which means I have to work. Carp.
December tomorrow. Should be interesting. Big month for me.
Going to New York in April! Four-day field trip with the 11 and 12 Lit and Visual classes. I was #6 to sign up. There's going to be museums and galleries and libraries and Broadway productions and sleeping in a new bed and it is going to be AWESOME! Cannot wait!
I do not like my bed. I think my old mattress gave it character. This new one, while arguably softer and many times more comfortable, just doesn't have that. It's just that slightest bit too short. And there's a streetlight right outside my window. I haven't been able to sleep properly for years because of the bloody thing. Nothing we can do about it, I suppose... but still.
I still feel very, very tired. I need more sleep. Just in general. I need a holiday, a proper one.
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