and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be

It's been a long week. I never thought I'd make it through alive. Or at least in once piece. It's a sunday night and I have no school tomorrow, yet I'm at home because I'm helluh tired and plus I need some alone time to get things done. Yaknow? I've been stressing helluh fucking much over chemistry and english right now. It's driving me insane. I have a fucking english book report thing due wednesday and I'm trippin! And don't even get me started on chem..dude...What the fuck is up with this weather? It was helluh hot last weekend and now it's freezing! God damn Bay Area weather. It's suppose to get warm on Thursday though...and now I'm talking about the weather. Enough of that.
Let's see...there's still one thing on my mind that never seems goes away. No matter how stressed I am, or what I'm doing, I always think about it. It's starting to get extremely annoying. Actually, things between this me and this person aren't as bad as they were a few weeks ago. It's gotten better. Or at least I think it has. Maybe I'm totally mistaken and things have actually gotten worse...but I don't think that's possible because we're actually conversing and planning to kick it soon...so I guess things are actually going back to the way they used to be. Which I'm enjoying cautiously because I don't want to ruin things...again. There was a point, when we weren't talking, in which I felt so low and lifeless. I floated through each day just doing the bare minimal work that needed to be done. It was almost impossible to get out of bed in the morning, go to school, see them and not feel some kind of shame. But that was then, and this is now. I'm not going through that anymore.