callie oh

Everybody keeps talking about me leaving this weekend. I honestly don’t know, eh, never mind. People think I’m running away from all these different things. I don’t think I am. I’m confronting my issues right now to tons of teachers and they are doing their best to work on punishment for the other kids.
Shit, something just reminded me of getting a USB. My USB is still at home on my keychain. My mom said that she was going to send me them the first week, but she hasn’t. I really need it too because it has a lot of my schoolwork on it.
I’m really hungry, but I don’t want to eat, maybe I should. But I’m not going to eat dinner. I need to work on my paper for creative writing that was due last semester. I’m almost finished with it, I just need a few more pages most likely like 3, or 4, but I don’t know.
Andrew is watching Superbad and keeps laughing like crazy every once in a while. He needs to be quieter or he will get in trouble since we are in the library.
Mother of pearl, I am so tired. Crap, and I have to talk to my mom and dad later today. Shit man, this week has been really crappy. So not cool.
Oh, I cried a lot last night. Mostly because my dad really got me upset. He doesn’t understand me. I bet he thinks I’m a failure at most things. Which is horrible to think because I am a really good person. I’m kind, considerate, and respectable. I wish he took notice in my art. I would love for him to take time and look at it.
My eyes feel like they are burning. Ow, it really hurts. It hurts to blink.