I think I'm mad.

I spent the day joking about suicide. And no, I know perfectly well I won't do anything stupid. I'm just so stressed out by tomorrows oral commentary. How am I suppose to explain a poem / passage on Hamlet / passage on Sense and Sensibility for 12 minutes?

It's not only part of the IB program, no I wouldn't be as nervous then... but it's part of my grade in English.

Plus I have been having trouble in Biology lately. WHY DO I EVEN HAVE TO TAKE AN HL CLASS OF BIO =___=; Why split it? WHY? /sob.

My friends believe I'll pull through because...lol I always do but...

This has been the root of my horrible feelings the past week. I'm having trouble being happy right now.

Yeah. I'm done. I have poems analysis. I have my brain set on a poem. We get it randomly but, no I'M GETTING A POEM BECAUSE MY BRAIN SENDS MESSAGES TO THE WORLD TO MAKE IT HAPPEN AND MY BRAIN SAYS I'M GETTING A POEM.

orz. idkay man. I used to be so happy before junior year. Now I don't even give a damn about what I wear to school.....Just waiting to graduate.