personalities, just like how I blame the world for trying to burn
itself and I blame society for trying to fit everyone into a box. I
blamed every flaw I had on something or someone else. I came
up with the theory that nothing is anyone’s fault, because
people only say and do things they’ve been taught, and then
they teach their kids how to say and do these things, and their
kids take it a little differently, saying and doing things in their
parents’ way, but with an added touch.
And so my nail biting problem comes from Shaggy and
Scooby Doo, which isn’t my fault because it was my parents
who let me watch the show, and letting me watch Scooby Doo
wasn’t entirely their fault because their parents let them watch
cartoons too, and my grandparents couldn’t have possibly
known that by letting their kids watch TV, that they were
setting their granddaughter up for bad cuticles.
But, back to topic, my anxiety was allowed to take a nap
because of my theory. Without those anxious thoughts and
feelings of failing my classes, I too started taking naps, and I
stopped really caring about turning things in, as long as I could
pass the end of the year tests. But I woke up when I realized I
couldn’t just pass off of my end of the years tests. I had to apply
myself in my high school courses, or I wasn’t going to pass. I had
less than a month to completely catch up in Health, and all my
other grades (except for science) could use some work as well.
I panicked and went into a shock, and wasted a week doing
nothing but cracking jokes and trying to make it to the
weekend. I promised myself that the weekend would turn
everything around, but here it is. Sunday night. Seven in the
afternoon. I’m sitting in my bed, in a towel after a long
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