*sigh*
It seems like every fucking time I'm happy for more than a day or so, the people I love most are in worse moods than usual... =/

Today was alright. I'm losing sleep again. (Damnit).

Agh. Little brother and his friends just came upstairs. They're not helping my headhache. -_-;; I will kill them.

My dad was proud of me again, for my report card. I love it. I hate always being such a dissappointment, and always being so stupid or bad compared to my siblings. I brought my F up to a C and my D up to a B. If I can mantain that, and bring my Math grade up a little, I'll be on A-B Honor Roll.

We were talking about people being Bi-Polar in Mrs. Glasgow's class... It felt like a bunch of people's eyes turned to me? I don't know. I put my head down, trying to hide my face. But, Dylan kept yelling the funniest shit, and Carlos kept poking me and stuff... Gah. Paranoia.

So, afterwards, I was pretty much happy again... Even in Mrs. Connor's class. She didn't yell at me today.

Things really seem to be looking up. It probably won't last long, but I'll enjoy it while it does...

...And things really seem to be looking pretty bad for some people I care alot about. *sigh* As I said before, it seems like things get worse for them whenever I'm actually happy...

I love you all...

John... I'm really worried about you. =/

Broken Hearts