The person who you end up caring the most ends up hurting you the most.
I went to my new school today, to apply.
And I now I’m having a major panic attack. I can’t tell my dad because I already fucked up last year, but I don’t want to go. The school makes me feel really bad and I don’t know anyone there. I act all brave, like I don’t care. But inside I’m dying. I just want to crawl in bed and stay there until the end of the year.