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keykI was so worried I was going to leave my chemistry book due to my not being able to put it in my already full backpack. BUT I DID ANYWAY.
The only person I know who may have it gave me a wrong number, and she didn't call me either. I'm really worried that someone stole it; it wouldn't be the first time someone's stolen my stuff.
If I had a job and my own spending money, I could just buy it and repay whoever owned the credit card used. I feel effing bad about it. I didn't buy it. What right have I to lose it?
I'm not even sure if my name's in there! I'm such an idiot.
Then I had to call someone and use up THEIR time to get MY homework. I hate it. I'm such an irresponsible dolt. I was reprimanded by my dad a little while ago, and I just feel completely guilty. It's completely my fault.
Now I'm getting my sister to wake up early with me as well as my dad. It's just not fair for them. If someone gives it back to me, and I don't how bad I'll feel then.
I can't stop shaking and I'm crying my head off. I'm not even doing extraordinarily well in that class. I missed homework and I was going to do it, but now I can't. The person I called even offered to see if it was there. I feel terrible about it.
Today was such a terrible day and the loss of the freakin' expensive book just made it worse. I've never wanted to strangle myself more. maybe it's the fault of this stupid female monthly occurrence, but I cannot calm down or stop myself from trembling. I'd already freaked out yesterday the exact same way as I did today because I though my assignment notebook was thrown away along with the newspapers. If I hadn't taken that nap, I might've been able to get my book. I want to strangle myself so badly, it's terrible. I'm going down angst road again. Right when I thought I wouldn't, too.
The only person I know who may have it gave me a wrong number, and she didn't call me either. I'm really worried that someone stole it; it wouldn't be the first time someone's stolen my stuff.
If I had a job and my own spending money, I could just buy it and repay whoever owned the credit card used. I feel effing bad about it. I didn't buy it. What right have I to lose it?
I'm not even sure if my name's in there! I'm such an idiot.
Then I had to call someone and use up THEIR time to get MY homework. I hate it. I'm such an irresponsible dolt. I was reprimanded by my dad a little while ago, and I just feel completely guilty. It's completely my fault.
Now I'm getting my sister to wake up early with me as well as my dad. It's just not fair for them. If someone gives it back to me, and I don't how bad I'll feel then.
I can't stop shaking and I'm crying my head off. I'm not even doing extraordinarily well in that class. I missed homework and I was going to do it, but now I can't. The person I called even offered to see if it was there. I feel terrible about it.
Today was such a terrible day and the loss of the freakin' expensive book just made it worse. I've never wanted to strangle myself more. maybe it's the fault of this stupid female monthly occurrence, but I cannot calm down or stop myself from trembling. I'd already freaked out yesterday the exact same way as I did today because I though my assignment notebook was thrown away along with the newspapers. If I hadn't taken that nap, I might've been able to get my book. I want to strangle myself so badly, it's terrible. I'm going down angst road again. Right when I thought I wouldn't, too.
