2.8.2002
 
Eyes... tired. Must... sleep... But I can't. Hell, I have to strain my eyes even more so thanks to my upcoming piano lesson.

Things today were nice and funny till Algebra where my mood-damper was hit again. So I kept more or less quiet during art, and almost absolutely silent while waiting for dad to pick us up.

And did another thing that I'm none-too proud of.

So confidence is at a low.

.... how do they expect me to do well this week for my lessons?

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