Not having a nice night. Just went to try contacts. For an hour. Failed. Had to ask for help. Still failed.
Told dad I didn't want to take drum lessons anymore. Which is good, because I really wasn't enjoying them. I still have to go for three or so more, which sucks. But we already paid. And I hate wasting money. Especially my parents' money.
Now, if I was a Sim in Sims 2, I'd be a depressed Sim, I'd have all my fears come true and would be in the red zone and just be unable to do anything. I would sit around feeling miserable for myself. I would lose my job. I'd lose my friends. The repo man would come. My life would be a disaster. My life would end because I died of depression.
Well, the Sims is a little extreme, that's not going to happen in real life.
I just feel bad.
I want to stay home tomorrow, but I would feel bad about that because I"m not really sick. And I have a French thing I HAVE to do, and if Jada ends up having to do it all on her own I would not forgive myself.
Failure. Fail. Failed.
I hate not being able to do something. Wost feeling ever.
I want to sleep, but if I go lie down in bed I'll start thinking, as I always do, and I'll just get more upset.
But I can't stay awake. I have a hard enough time waking up at 7:30.
I have a headache.
I feel like crap.
My eyes are sore.
I need a drink.
And my clothes are wet.
Ooh, and my ears are still ringin'.
Bleeeeh.
Missed 70s Show.
Again.
I feel like never watching it because I've missed two so what does it matter now.
Sometimes everything just seems so pointless.
I think I'm going to read.
Night night.