I am not feeling good or bad. I just feel as if my feet are stuck in time and everything moves so fast while I am forced to just stand there and watch. I know I am being left behind and I guess thats alright with me. I'm going to the hairdressers today..for the first time since my friend cut all my hair off which would of been two years ago. I don't brush it and have it out when I sleep so I wake up and its all matted together and lol kinda like dreadlocks. Its okay it comes right when I wash it. and then it turns into ringlets.  But today after its had a trim the hairdressers gunna straighten it, im quite nervous...Sorry Em. ((Im considering purposly not doing my english essay. My report was the best it could be which pleased my parents, espercially my Mom (sigh) but I sit there in the classes and it goes in one ear and out the other. I write poetry and little notes in classes, not their stupid mindless stuff. I sit there and listen to Townsend's annoying squeky voice and watch her 5 chins hang down her neck because of the way she sits and stares at us. Halfway in a sentence she'll say um and change her entire topic. she shouldnt be allowed to teach. So nothing much has changed, Sally is still alive and struggling, my Dad is still a complete bastard and my Mom worse and Im still scared.