10/11/22 in Myself

Revised: 11/10/2022 10:34 p.m.

  • Nov. 10, 2022, 6 a.m.
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23:25
I’m listening to no. 6 (today’s song is Your Best American Girl and especially the sun and moon part just damn).

My legs are tired af, I did survive the 8k but it was strambotic to say the less, I don’t wanna go through it again goddamn.

Things that happened today:

I talked to the 3s and we’re going thrift shopping on Sunday. I hope I can get clothes I like and fix or evade the problem of my closet.

The chemistry exam. That was a massacre, 7 out of 21 passed. Got a 9,5. People joked about my witchcraft working but by the end of the hour some were trying to make me teach them.

I felt pretty good because I got that grade yk (there’s also a problem of me being extremely toxic and competitive with myself alone, and if im not the best I feel like shit), but those 0,5 hurt as hell, I didn’t multiply by 3 on one exercise and messed everything. I felt sick, sick that I couldn’t be perfect.

Brother tried to open a door from me and I avoided him, I don’t know if I should be bad or not. I already gave him thousands of chances and he didn’t accept them, but now he tried to be decent and I was the one rejecting it.

Father is the same, obviously, I’m closer everyday to be unable to hold myself from punching him. He’s bout to fuck now.

There’s PE tomorrow and I hope we do the course navette cause I wanna be the best at everything and all that but I also hope we don’t cause I’m tired af.

23:34


Last updated November 10, 2022


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