I'll describe the way I feel, weeping wounds that never heal

Today has a nice cheery Placebo title. Just for the hell of it. Today was dayish. Nothing much happened. I was kinda out of it at lunch. I think Emma called me like three times before I noticed, which is really weird considering she was sitting right next to me. But oh well. Sorry Emma. And uh...good points of the day. Since we are focussing on the positives. Uh...good things. Good things? Hmm...well. There were no bad things. So that counts as a plus. Oh, wait, no. There were bad things. So, ok...good things... Ugh nevermind.

Ok, Enchio is helping me think of positive things. So...we have:
Lewis is on holiday!
Mr Cottrell made us laugh and gave me a quote for the back of my organiser.
I only got one piece of hwk, which is only like a half piece anyway.

And...uh...meh. Ok...ugh. OOO I have my singing lesson tomorrow. First singing lesson of the year. Mr Hunt kinda...hates me. But I don't mind. I love to piss him off. Apparently, if you twiddle your fingers that really pisses him off. But so far I have just settled for laughing at nothing, staring off into space, forgetting to breathe and asking random questions in the middle of his speeches. He loves to make speeches. Mostly about balloons and babies in supermarkets. I have no clue what he's on about most of the time, hence the laughing at nothing and staring off into space, and then in the middle of his sentence asking a random question that he probably just answered in the form of a rant...

OOO, feeling kinda crappy atm. Lol, no worse than usual, but I dunno. It's the little things that bug me. Like this morning I was walking into school with the mother (yeah, that's what happens when your mother's a librarian) and she asked if I had any good lessons. And I said no. Then she said something like well just be cheery anyway. Then...this is the part that got to me. She said "Actually, no, that doesn't work for you. I can't remember the last time I could've called you cheerful." I don't get how she can bother me as much as she does. Does she have NO IDEA how she makes me feel? Ugh.

Oh, and also feeling guilty. Because I'm quitting viola, which pissed the mother off because she's paid for the term and it was kinda expensive then I'm quitting without having any of the term's lessons so yeah, and it's not like we're made of money, so... ugh.