Running out of Tears is a lot like Coping
Truthfully?
I’m really scared about summer, about spending time with people outside of school.
At school, I have my places where I don’t have to be near people, at certain times. I spent more time in the Band locker room, sitting on the floor with one of the seniors, or one of the band teachers than I spent at my seat. In history, I spent more time resisting the urge to crawl under my desk and heave out a good one, than I spent taking notes.
I spent a lot of time in Spanish, trying to figure out how to say “could I sit outside for a minute?”
At home, I don’t have that. My household doesn’t believe in privacy. After all, you don’t own them or your space– you’re not even renting it, they’re letting you stay out of the goodness of their heart. I’ve gotten so used to having a little bit of time where I could have my little anxiety attack, and no one had to know.
Especially not my mom or sister, they’re messes already without having to worry about me.
I don’t know what I’m going to do for two months.
I’ve only got a week to pull myself together before things start up again. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to do it.
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