Silly Putty

I've just returned from my first day of classes after spring break, and I feel as if I haven't slept in months. Why is this? It could have something to do with the fact that I slept until noon every day of vacation and then had to get up at 8am today. I've done that bfore, though, and it hasn't bothered me too much.

No, I'm tired from worry and stress and anger. Going home this week should have been relaxing, or at least a break from my normal dreary school days. Instead, I found myself torn to pieces by my sister, house guest, and even sometimes my mom.

I guess I'm just upset at how bad things have gotten between family members. The constant drama is like a Delorean trip back to middle school. Ew. Broken-down doors, screaming and crying, and my sister throwing books (and one time, a roll of toilet paper) at my head. My thumbs are picked to bloody pulp, thanks to my long-time habit of shredding my own fingers in times of fear or stress.

I'm glad to be back at school. The end of the year is so close, and every time I think of it, I get a little sad. I got my room selection number today. I have to pick my classes for next year next month. Why did it all go by so fast? I'm going to go fill out a job application and then play with silly putty until dinner. Its nice to be here.