Friday, 30 March 2012

Fuck life.

These last few days have been not great at all. I was fine until the weekend. Then my mum made me spend a total of 15 hours on my research project, which gave me a ridiculously nasty headache and completely drained me. Because of that, I have been exhausted all week. I handed my project folio up on Tuesday, and I got home on Tuesday and got ambushed by my mum asking me if I by any chance got an extension so we (read: she) could do more work on it. Because it wasn't already fucking perfect, thanks to her. I'm grateful for her helping me but honestly, basically doing the whole thing for me and making me spend so long on it, an then editing it like 7 times is a bit much. And it really pissed me off after the first couple of hours.
Anyway, my Wednesday was fine, until calisthenics. My coach was being a massive nazi and I got home and burst into tears because I was in so much pain. I hurt my back doing some thing where I go from a plié to middle splits to right splits, I twisted weirdly. And I was still exhausted, had lots of homework, and was really sore.
Then yesterday was probably the worst day. Well the day was fine, it's the nights that suck, because I'm at home. I was excited to Skype my amazing friend Bianca, except of course my dad made me get off it because "it uses up all the Internet". And this was AFTER he had a go at me about getting a C in my first biology test, and gave me a massive lecture about trying harder because I'm not doing well enough. He pretty much made me cry while on Skype to Bianca. Twice. How embarrassing. And then mum gets home and tells me that my Nanna, who is really sick, was back in hospital. I love my Nanna so much, I've always been the closest to her out of all my cousins. Luckily she's out of hospital again today, but she's still not doing too well :(
And finally, my parents are just being massive douches tonight. Dad had another go at me about school and something else, and mum yelled at me for being on the Internet when my brother was trying to play online on his playstation. Because that's so fucking important.
I have a HUGE PILE of homework this weekend. I don't understand maths, it doesn't make any sense and I feel so dumb all the time. I used to be smart. I have never got a C before in my life for anything. Last year I got straight As for fucks sake!
My parents are putting so much pressure on me to do well, and it's just making me more stressed, which really isn't helpful at all.
I'm just in a really bad mood lately, I'm over emotional and completely exhausted. The last three and a half days of term are going to be a massive struggle to get through.
Sorry for the massive rant. I tried to keep the swearing to a minimum. But right now I'm lying in bed in the dark with my music turned up really loud to block out the three other people in my house who are all taking turns either yelling at me or each other.
Life sucks. Have a nice weekend, I know I won't.

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  1. My darling. I wish I could have been on twitter right then! But thats okay, you have the girls. When I read this (just now) I can't help but feel bad for you! I know how you feel with the results thing. I got a C- for maths and thats all my parents carried on about all holidays. Completely ignoring the fact that it was my only C and I got an A for drama and B+ for my Year 12 biology. But of wells! Blog more, okay? and thank you and I love you heaps for the fanfiction thing!!! :D xx

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    1. Sweetie, I love you <3 I honestly miss you so much!! As soon as I read this it put a smile on my face. And Oz knows I need more smiles on my face lately!! You're right, I have the other girls, but I want you back too!!
      I love you so much and have missed you the last two weeks! I posted my last I'm Not That Girl chapter the other night, it's weird to think that it's completely finished now!! Anyway I have to go and finish my research project (I've done 800 out of 1500 words so far, yay!). But I love you, never forget that. Have a good day sweetie <3 xxxxxx

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