• It's been almost a month since I've been back from Spain, and I'm back to being exposed to the toxic air that inhabits the High School composed of not elements, but just feeling. You'll just know it's there. It's awful and you can just feel it descending on you each time the bell rings for the next class. The freshmen this year are very, very obnoxious, possibly because half of them are scene kids, the other half a combination of sluts, thugs, snobby cheerleaders. Amanda is the only decent one, just 'cause she's got the guts to puke her lunch out on the beach in front of everyone. With me! Hah! But nah, school is alright so far. Coach Noles isn't all that bad that he's cracked up to be. And I've decided to join Mu Alpha Theta (the math club). Conditioning, weightlifting, skills practice, and select team practice are what I do. Two-a-days, actually. But since last weekend I sprained my good left ankle doing a cartwheel, I've been out this week. Hopefully next week I will be able to function with the brace on or something. I'm afraid of getting fat because I'm not exercising! Anyways, I got a mental therapist person. My first session was the day after I got back from Spain and my parents drove me all the way to Gulf Breeze to see her. Her name is Doctor Haga, she's Korean, and I'd say she looks 50 years old but she was alive during the Korean War, making her at least 70. She's a nice lady and she doesn't make me feel dumb. The first day she said she had to make a diagnosis, so she diagnosed me with dystimic disorder, which is when you've got low self-esteem and you carry other people's burdens, and you sweat the small stuff. Mild symptoms of depression. It isn't that bad, it's just when I get a bad feeling, it gets bad. And it makes my mom cry, and it makes me cry, and it makes Eddie sad. So it's no good, but I suppose it's better than bipolar disorder. I think I've been doing better too 'cause she's teaching me some techniques. I mean, I could have figured them out but I have to have someone tell me what to do nowadays, or else no can do. I need my Faith back, too. It's been slipping. I wish I was back at Covecrest. That was the best six days of my life, I promise you. God is incredible. Other than that, nothing completely crazy has happened. Eddie and I are getting along great, and currently, he's at an August Burns Red show in Pensacola. I wasn't able to go, but I'm definitely going to see Akissforjersey again October 26th. The Devil Wears Prada comes the 14th of that month, but unfortunately that's the same night as soccer tryouts, and I just can't make it. Oh well, I saw them at Warped, good enough. I should go clean the cat litter. Or study elements for a Chemistry quiz on Tuesday, or Wednesday if we're doing a lab on Tuesday. Yay for burning down the school! The teacher is excellent, he's very funny and easygoing. And he has a shorter arm than the other, I think because he lacks an elbow or something, so I've heard. Well I think I'll go study for him.

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