Turns out getting my shit together is tougher than I expected it to be. Too much class-tests going on, too much projects that has to be done, too much reading and writing to be practiced... I guess being an eleventh grader isn't that bad. At least I'm much busy than alone, which is great because something is finally exceeding my loneliness once and for all. 

I still fantasize about leaving though, which is not very healthy because this defines as me still being emotionally unstable. Life is being incredibly unsatisfying to me, I haven't felt days longer this. Nevertheless, I'm grateful with whatever has been decreed for me. Because everything happening is only for the better, and I should only do what's right.

That's all that I have for now. Perhaps I'll write more, but not tonight. I have already spent half an hour on this post.