Death day

School was....UGH!! Math test, which I might have done okay on, but I always think I do well, and then don't. I promise, i may look like I'm bad at math by my grade, but I really like it. THen bio quarter exam. Ew. Ew. Ew. I probably only knew 10/100 question for sure. But thats the same with everyone. It also ends up being who is good at guessing that gets the best grade. The sad thing is I love bio too, but I also need a good teacher...Humpf. Good teachers. I miss my old teachers. Mrs. Porterfield and Ms. Lambert to name a few. Such amazing times with my mind reading. Some how I also felt safe there. More free. More likely to let my guard down. Now, well, there are some people I can let my guard down around, but until you see me outside of school you probably don't really know me. I need people to know me too. Need people to come up to me and ask me if I'm okay and know that when I say "I guess I'm okay" it really means. "Ask me again. I want to tell you, but I'm scared". There used to be many people who understood me enough to do that. Now though I feel like there are only a few, and often those few are too busy to stop and notice. That bugs me. And then puts me in a worse mood. The thing is I also need this more then ever right now. Now when I often feel confused, lost, uncertain. But I realize they have there own stuff they need to do.