This was originally posted up on myopera, so there's going to be random references such as to Eric B., "which he will probably never read this because he doesn't know this blog exists". But yeah...just a heads up, you really don't have to read the whole thing. If you want to know why you're tagged you could probably just ctrl+f your name. And how did I forget Frances.

Scene One.
It wasn't that good of a week..I honestly think I did relatively bad on the easiest tests to exist at Graydon. That's just schoolwise. Social-wise, it was even worse. I didn't go a day without crying this week. I cried a lot in school this week, and I really just want to give a shout to all of those amazing people that helped me cope with it, and being there for me when I broke down. I know I've been having the most retarded moodswings to ever exist on the face of the earth, such as being happy for 20 minutes, and then for 3 minutes be really sad, and then suddenly be dead for another 15 minutes, then go missing for the rest of the hour. I know I've been incredibly depressed the entire week, and yeah..I'm still...depressed. I'm sorry to everyone who's had to listen to my sob-stories, and listen to silence at times. It probably became tiresome at one point, but I give many thanks to those who stayed even when it was cold outside, stayed up even when they were tired. I never knew before how lucky I was until today when Terry pointed out that there are many people there for me, even people who I'm not that incredibly close with (PS. Thanks for the squishing my face with your epic hug, Max. <3). Thanks for putting up with me, (especially you Jackie, you had to get me paper towels and tissues every five minutes every morning in chemistry) everyone.

Scene Two.
I'm going to pretend that you're with me, your arms are around me.
I know it's so juvenile, but I'm still a child, and I miss you.

I cry everyday, it's like I'm running out of air.
The wells keep filling up from I don't know where.
It's so hard, I know it's been a day, or two or three.
But it might be a week, or two or three.
A month, a year.
And suddenly I can't breathe anymore.

Can I hear the rain tapping against the window pane?
Of course I can't, my mind's shut out anything that isn't you.
I can't hear anything but your voice.
Can't see anything but your face.
Can't feel anything but the numbness in my heart and veins.

Why does it hurt so much?

Why am I so weak?
Why is nothing right?
Why can't I make it all alright?
Why do I ask myself all these questions with answers that I don't want to hear.

Maybe it's true, I can't breathe, can't live without you.
Before I thought that when the world ends, I would fall last.
Simply because of you.
It'll be the first now.
Every step I take, every move I make, it hurts to do without you.

In the end, all I really need is you.

Scene Three.
Mmm..so next week is the literacy test, a half day. I don't want to go home. I honestly do not. I don't want to go somewhere where I'm going to have to act as though nothing's wrong. Somewhere that I have to act happy. Somewhere I have to pretend that I'm strong, I can't be depressed. There's a strong difference between acting and being, I never noticed before how those two words are so different yet so similar. Sort of like sharing and copying/plagiarizing. Yes, I am still very mad at the fact that I lose marks for plagiarizing something that I did mainly on my own, with similar ideas with two other people in my class since we worked together on it. Obviously, it's quite clear, I really cannot wait until the actual teacher comes back. Putting aside school again, even though it happened again today, which sort of really doesn't make sense. Don't take a fucking crack at my English when it's perfectly fine. I'm not a fucking immigrant that you like to pretend that I am. I was born and raised in Canada thank you very much, and I'm starting to think maybe I should have been born somewhere else. It's a free country here, yes thank you very much for that, true that. But honestly, if I was born somewhere else, say Vietnam, I would've learned English anyways (woo, military family, meaning high rank in society) and I probably would know three other languages quite fluently. I would have learned Vietnamese as my mother tongue, speak English, learn French eventually, and pick up Cantonese most likely...or Taiwanese...I don't know what my mom and grandparents speak. Oh. Grandpa speaks a little Japanese, I think I'd pick that up eventually to won't I? It's safer there societal wise too in Vietnam. I know, bad grammar, bad English, improper structure, probably a split infinitive there somewhere too. Right now, I don't really care. Be happy I'm even using capitals and proper punctuation bitch. Continuing, I wouldn't have to put up with the harmonized tax coming up either, and honestly I don't think I'm going to live that much longer in this society. I'd rather go to Vietnam right now. It's NICE. AND HOT. THERE. I probably wouldn't be afraid of water since apparently kids there are forced to learn and love swimming when they're about two years old.
So yeah, the LITERACY TEST. IS INDEED A STUPID IDEA. Are you saying I won't function in society without knowing how to write a news article? Aha. That's funny. Whoever came up with it, yippe, thanks for wasting our country's depleting resources for a test that is absolutely pointless. Thanks for wasting our teachers' time in preparing us for this. Thanks for wasting our time, and causing stress for students. Thanks for being douchebags and wasting our province's money and time in giving out this wonderful bullshit examination that anyone could pass if they can read and write.
Wow, it went all over the place, my condolences readers.

Scene Four.
My awesome red hoodie is coming apart..does anyone know how to sew? Tim. Stop laughing at my amazing red hoodie okay? It's so much better than your silly dull black jacket. This somehow brings up Eric's note on CHEESE. That was such an amazing note, Eric. I'm dead serious. And I'm totally sure that you will never see this blog anyways, but honestly, that made me smile. Even if it was only for a little while. It was on yes, cheese. Not only cheese though, but on how cheese could be comparable to the little happy things in life. So many big words in that note though...I'm a little jealous of Eric's vocabulary.

Scene Five.
Thanks for reading my emails, Mehr.
Thanks for listening and skipping class with me, Vinita.
Thanks for staying in the cold with me, Cynthia.
Thanks for getting me tissues and paper towels, Jackie.
Thanks for telling me to lift my spirits, Sarah.
Thanks for drying my tears, Grant.
Thanks for listening to my whiny drama stories, Maya.
Thanks for listening to me, even though we barely talk normally on a daily basis, Catherine C.
Thanks for listening to my silence, Catherine & Roshaan.
Thanks for the pocket watch (did Dustin give it back?), Moosey.
Thanks for the inspirational cheese-note that you probably won't notice I read and commented since your life is so incredibly busy, Eric B.
Thanks for staying up, Geoff.
Thanks for trying to make me laugh, Suraj.
Thanks for trying to calm me down in chemistry, Dilani.
Thanks for making stupid remarks that can't help but be laughed at, Tushar.
Thanks for something that you must've done but I can't zero in on it right now, Mayank Gupta.
Thanks for being there to listen to my mumblings, and cover for me when I'm swearing and being a douchebag whenever the history supply was being completely unfair, Edith, Wilma & Dalton.
Thanks for reading my upset posts, Jessica L/V & Vi.
Thanks for distracting me whether you know it or not, Tim, Victor & Ryan.
Thanks for just being there, calming me down, telling me everything I wanted to hear, and letting me know easy, what I didn't want to hear, Frances. (@)(L)
Thanks for pointing out the good things I don't notice or ignore, Terry.
Thanks for squishing my face with your epic hug, Max.
Thanks for getting me out of the way so people don't horde me, ...random teachers.
Thanks for trying, Mrs. To.
Thanks for putting up with me, Rohit.
Thanks for everything, everyone. If I missed you, then...epic advanced apologies.

Love you guys (minus the teachers, that's sort of weird..except Mrs. To!) so much, I don't know what I'd do without you.
/hug.