So, I went back to school for the first time in a week..granted we had Thurs. and Friday off, but still. I was fine the past two days, just didn't wanna go.. as well as Wednesday last week. Sigh. I hate that place. All of my fears and thoughts distract me and just tear me apart, which just makes things worse at home. I walked into having a meeting with my counselor, too, since my mom made me an appointment behind my back. Turned into it being me, my counselor, my social worker, and my dean. Fun times, fun times.x| I think we've pretty much worked it out, though. I like my social worker, maybe even enough to talk to her? I don't know. I know I need to stop bottling things up, though, which is part of the reason I've started journaling on here so much. It helps, even if half the time no one reads these. So I guess if I decide to talk to my social worker, that would give me a plus side to going to school? Maybe? I don't know. I just.. I don't really know anything anymore. I'm wiped out now, though. So sleepy, but I can't sleep. Oh well. Sorry for making this so long, I just kinda typed and typed, sorta venting, so I apologize to those of you who read it.