Misery and Depression

I gave up. ComicCon was full of bickering and fighting with Bambi. It was fun, but not as fun as I had hoped. Since then, I've been depressed. I don't want to write. I don't want to do anything. I haven't been fighting with only Bambi. I've also had fights with my mom. One was so bad I ended up barefoot crying on my front lawn. I always feel tired and overwhelmed. Leo has been getting on my nerves as well. I finally snapped at him and stopped talking to him. Sometimes, we all need to trim a little dead weight. You know? I feel bad but the pressure was getting to. Having to constantly lie and hide things from Bambi and everyone else was just too much. It's only been a few days, but I already feel more relief. I also feel like a bitch, but sometimes things are necessary.
In the last few weeks I took a couple tests. 84 on music, A- in math, and most recently a 101 in psych. I'm not doing half bad. My mom still seems to want to keep me home. She wants me to study more and be better. I'm never good enough I guess. I've been speaking to this girl Jess more too. I tried hooking her up with Joe but that failed. The date went well, but he stopped being interested. Oh well. Better luck next time. Right? For now I'm doing ok. I'm better than I have been in the last few weeks. I feel like a failure. And it sucks. I can't only try to be better, but that's all I can do. I feel like a mess. A miserable and depressed mess. Hopefully I get back onto the blogging thing. It's good for me to let my emotions out. We'll see. Until next time, please don't stop keeping me company.