my choices for 46 days of school left

A. be put under child services and go to school, even when the guy that just came, told me there was no point.

B. be put in a foster home, and then be taken to school.

C. be escorted to the school by two police, shackled.


or my choice, thank god for useful little info,

D. drop out the remainder of this year, then re-inlist next year to end this fussy of immaturity amongst superintendants and etc.

I keep getting these bouts of sadness. I don't really know what's wrong with myself lately, but some thing is getting at me, tearing me down.

I feel like looking at the stars, just laying on my trampoline and staring up, but noone to join me.

i have to be up in 6 hours for a doctors appointment, more stuff for my migraines.

The most lively thing in my room I believe would have to be this burning ciggarette.

I'm gonna try to sleep.

Goodnight everyone.