I love going to school. Even though my school is not the best in the world, at least I'm in school. I have so much fun when I'm in school. Not only do boys actually like me (I hope), my teachers do too. Right now my school work is easy too. Today in my world history (I'm in there with only one other freshman. The other 30 students are sophomores) girl thought I was Mexican or mixed because of my black hair. I finally told her that my hair is dyed.
I have now painted my nails black, to match my now black hair. I redyed my hair last night (damn roots), and got dye everywhere. At least it came off.
My depression, despite my brief happiness at school, still isn't much better. I still cut myself, despite my cousin's best efforts. I even did last night for no real reason. I had been pretty happy all day too. I hope it will get better, but I don't know what to do.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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