So today was fucking brilliant (sarcasm symbol). Started off alright, I have to admit. In fact, everything lunch and earlier was actually pretty good, but then it went to shit. I’m inevitably failing English, which instilled anger in my mother. And then, in Psych class, we got a packet and worksheet from a sub about the reasons, signs, and types of suicide and self-harm, which I could barely read, never mind do. The packet also prompted a circle of conversation by the more plebeian students, mostly consisting of gossip and rumours regarding self-harm, and there was more laughter then there fucking should have been, and I about punched someone.