Tonight I have a marching rehearsal, and there are so many things wrong.
Marching Band is going fine, it's kicking my butt, but I'm getting through it. I actually have muscles in my arm now, which is surprising because I only play the piccolo. Eh, it all adds up with time, I guess.

School is boring. I fall asleep during class a lot...only because I know everything that we are learning. It's nothing new, nothing at all. The teachers aren't like the ones at Aprende. They don't go and try to know you as much. I miss Mrs. Warnock's class. I miss all the teachers, even Ms. Reaux. Yea, I miss Ms. Reaux, if you have a problem with that you can go screw yourself.

There's so much change. Change, change.

I've changed since last year. I'm quiet, and don't care. I get my random outbursts, only around the people I know really well. Or, sometimes even people that are just there. It's weird. I'm happier, or I was happier. I have those moments, but they are more rare. My depression is still there, I know it is. It won't disappear over night, or even within the next month, who knows how long it'll be here. But, I just have to look on the brighter side, and stay with the people that make me happy. I know who does, and who doesn't.