As I get closer to next year, the more worried I become. I’m moving from grade 2 to grade 4 which means I have my kids from last year.
Last year was a nightmare. I was a shell of my former self, I was crying, tired, apathetic to everyone and everything around me. I was hit, had chairs thrown at me, screamed at, and burned out before the second semester even started. I’m thankful my relationship lasted through that era of my life, my boyfriend is so loving and caring. My family was supportive.
Now, I get to relive those memories once again with those students. I want to cry every time I think about it. I feel like my principal hates me. This year was lovely, I started to feel like myself again and discover my old joys and personality.
I’m terrified. I don’t want to become that person again. I don’t want to lose everything that made me, me, again. I don’t want to dread waking up.
Anyways, yaoi on the balcony.
