i'm tired. of everything now. and it's my fault i am. it's so hot. and i don't mind it. but my friends do. which is why all they did was complain at my birthday hang out. we couldn't even play tag or race to the playground because they were all sweaty. . . . i'm the middle child. which means i'm stuck with the scraps of my brother and sister. my sister is smart. really really smart. so she's special and all that. she won like 4 awards at my school and at her new high school. and my brother has mental defects. so when ever i say something rude or mean, my parents say they're disappointed in me. so all i get to have is a skill in track. and i'm starting not to even like sports anymore. . . . my mom keeps saying she'll take me to psychiatrist. but whenever i ask she brings up how i don't remember to take my medicine. and that might be the problem. i need more help then some phony medicine that won't help with anything. i've had them upped so many times so they'd be more strong. and they're not helping. . . . well uhm thanks for reading ig. uhm. bye.
