For me, weekends are a boring time. I know, it's weird coming form a teen. But I enjoy going to school. i spend my morning doing co-op in a kindergarten class, with four year old who spend all their time vying for my attention. Then I have Fitness, which is more like my reading class, and biology, which I find fascinating. On the weekends, I sit there bored out of my skull, listening to my sister and brother complain an my parents nag me. And this particular weekend, even worse, with fighting parents, who are both anxiously awaiting family that we see once a year, my boyfriend was in a car accident and my brother is gone and he is usually the calm and collected one who can help me through these problems. Now, you see why I can't wait for school. I get away from close drama and get to watch drama that has nothing to do with me form a distance. Now you understand.

                                                                                Bye, for now

I've lived a pretty sheltered life, and with a life like this, drama is rare, so when I stumble upon it or worse, into it, I cannot, I mean cannot handle it. I feel like breaking down and bawling. The smallest bit of drama will cause me to panic. But this week has been the worst of any. It started Monday, when my younger sister( and best friend in the whole world) got into a fight with her BF. Not the biggest thing in the world. I can handle that mostly. Then, on Tuesday, she tells me his ex started it. Okay, I started to panic a little, but i dealt with it for my sisters sake. She needed me. On Wednesday  even more drama, when my friend tried to take over my group at cadets and run everything. She was a complete witch, and to top that all of in the same night she was in the competitive mood, so everything you said she had to outdo. Example: "My boyfriend cut his hair." I told her. She answered with. "That doesn't even compare to what I'm going through." Who says that??? Then the next day, my parents are fighting about a car. They're barely speaking. And they never fight. Their always mushy and lovey-dovey. I want to cry. I hate it. I can't handle this at all. I don't know what to do. Talking is nice, but it doesn't help me deal with it. Nothing has. Ever. I need help. Please help. Tip's? Cheat's? Escape's besides escaping to books. Please I need help!