Late

Late again. If I showed up to the tardy room, I would've had 3 official tardies. There's a new, rather stupid, tardy policy for Carson High: If you get 5 tardies, you get cited and get a ticket; if you get 9, you'll have a mark on your permanent record which will not let you get your drivers lisence until you're 25. YEP. 25.

Behind each smile is a hundred tears. I can easily smile in school, in church, in front of people who have no idea what's going on. At home, it's a totally different story. I isolate myself from the world, eat and get fat and wallow in the surreal world of television.

I had one of the hardest conversations in my life last night. Full of tears, full of fake laughter, full of emotions... And I wasn't finished. I figured that the person I was talking to wasn't ready for what I had to say. The person I was talking to probably didn't even know I was crying. *sigh* The magic of the internet...

As much as I want, as hard as I try, I don't think I'll ever get to say what I really want and need toward anyone.