sitting here with my roll of toilet paper...I wonder why I keep getting myself into these problems. Not just guys, which I'm currently SICK of but can't get away from them, but school stuff, family shit, band, and friends. My mom opened my mail. My letter. I am so fucking pissed about that. It was adressed to ME. Now normally, I wouldn't care but this was for All State Honor Band. It was the letter everyone thought would say how I made it and give me the dates and stuff. Well everyone was wrong. Again.so they got my fucking hopes up for nothing. And auditions next week for county honor band are probably not gonna be good. And then there's finals...I'm scared of band finals...dude I fucking suck now. 7 weeks, 6 days, 11 hours, 23 minutes... well i think that's it at least... I want to go sit in my tree. But my fucking dad is in the fucking garage so he'd see me. And ask where I was going. And I'd have to lie. Again. I wish I went to Buena right now. I'm so sick of fucking Foothill and the fucking people there. (sorry if you go to foothill and you're reading this right now- you're most likely not one of the many people) I can't do this anymore...