Well, I am officially done my sophomore year. I should be excited right? Two more years left and then I'm out of this shithole town. Isn't that what I have always wanted?
When I'm at school, I know what's expected of me, and I do that. I can be whoever I want. I (for the most part) don't have to censor what I say in case it might accidently offend someone, and I can do what I want with me life. I am in control.
I feel like at home, I'm just expected to be. They don't know how to treat me, they don't know how or when to punish me for being a failer. They push me in the direction of succeed, but I would rather find the path myself. Everyone is so quick to judge around here... To be honest, when I'm at home, I sleep, because it's better than being awake.
Which is horrid. And I hate it. I just want to be back at school where everything is normal.
What the hell happens when I can't come back? I hate thinking about my future. The farthest ahead I am thinking is September because then I can go back to being me.
Sorry for the confusing post. I'm off to bed. I just needed to rant.