Part VIII

I just want to cry! Spanish is breaking me, my schedule is breaking me. I don't understand. Senora is pissed, every thing is going wrong. Hear my cires, hear my prayers and pleas. Words were said and can't be taken back, I understand that. I can't take it any more. I don't know what to do or where to turn today. I need a break. Two days, I want to survive, I really do, but this stress, it's antaganizing me like no other. Those thatare leaving are getting angry. I used to enjoy their classes, but not any more. They are making me sink lower. It's not right, nothing seems like the right choice any more. I wasnt to crawl into my corner, curl up in a ball, burry myself, and cry myself and my problems away. I want to be strong for all of you, but I don't know if I can. I feel segragated from my true life. I feel like I have an alternate personality. I need time to think and figure all this crap out. I'm falling, falling hard for you. Give me a sing please! And you missy! I'm sick of you. Thank the Lord we are almost to the end. I never want to see you again! I don't know how you do it or even why, but you get under my skin. I'm done, I'm through with you. I'm not going to deal with it anymore. I'm done, i'm through; I don't want to hear any more out of you!