Another rollercoaster of a day. Woke up and I was tired, though not depressed like I was the night before. Went to the college and prepared for what classes I was going to take. I will take Chemistry, Diversity in Theater *for an art requisite*, Critical Thinking in Sociology *equivilent to a third level English class*, Physical Anthropology Lab, and the same Stat class Michelle is currently taking. I believe this will be my most difficult semester. Anyways, after that, me and michelle had to go to a local public libary to find some "critical thinking fallacies".

That was the down part of my day. We bickered over that. I really didn't want to help her with that. I had my own thing to do. *a rough draft for English Lit.* Eventually we got there and we work on it. Eat a lil and I work on part of the rough draft. I run around to make copies for my peer review. I go to class. I got a C - on a test. I'm angry, as is most the class, he gives difficult tests with no study guides. We go to the supermarket to get some fruits and stuff. We head home.

Here at home, another argument with my mom. This time it was over Michelle "throwing" one of the garlic breads we bought in our room. It might be serious if the garlic bread was out of its wrapper. It wasn't. Though my mom insisted that she didn't respect me or my food and therefore she is a horrible girlfriend. *??????* After that LONG *seriously* argument, we went online to see my entry and any comments. She hugged me after and told that "maybe I need to go back to God". I then get sad. I hate my family. They are making me bitter too. Mainly my mom. I then cry because I am no longer the person I used to be. She comforts me. Eventually she is crying too. Its a cry fest. Then, after the last tear had dropped, she had to use the bathroom and clean her plates. I'm here writting my entry.

Right now I am wondering if shadowrose was right. Should I help because I know how it is. Not so sure yet. I just know I need out this environment. This is too much. I feel like yellow grass. I just need some water, then I'll be alright. Otherwise, I might turn into some itchy weed that won't die no matter how much herbicide you put on. That is all. ~END~