School is back. I'm stuck in the dreaded routine of it all. Danceline is hell. No one will listen. Everyone wants to talk. They have no common sense or courtesy to one another or authority. Some days I'd like to slap each one of them and make them watch what they do to others, what they did to me.

Ive decided I'm not going back next year. I'm resigning my officer title at the end of this semester. It's not my team any more. No more tears.

I guess that's really been weighing on me a lot. People have been asking me "What's wrong?" for so long now that I mechanically answer. "I'm just tired." Truth is, I'm not tired. I have over 9 hours of sleep last night. I guess in all honesties I don't even know what's wrong. I think it's just school. Just being there.

I figured it up. 53 more weeks of highschool. That it. All. Then I am done. And gone. And that scares me.

Algebra quiz tomorrow. Better study...

kat