My cat died this morning. I've had him since I was little.
I just got my IEP on Thursday, and having to listen to everyone dissect me and all my AS traits really hurt. It made me feel different, and strange, and I kind of don't want to be me anymore.
I'm turing eighteen on Friday, and I'm not happy about it.
I'm tired of having nobody to call or be with. I wish it weren't so hard for me to make friends.
I might be staying back for the third time.
And I'm losing my religion.
I know that others have it worse, but I just need to vent.
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"I've been really, really anti-social for the past few years, and I'm just starting to get over it, and come out of my shell, and be able to like people again" - D'Arcy Wretzky