What a Rubbish Week (week 8)

          Of course the week I'm supposed to blog about is awful. I started typing up my blog post on Wednesday, and I had a few ideas. I wanted to focus on one thing instead of summarizing, but my week did not improve as I had hoped. So here's my blog post, I'm warning you to read it with caution, because I am literally the best example of a Debbie downer that you will find on the Internet.

          Ash and I were just talking about how 'emo' some of our blog posts were, "School sucks, people suck, life's terrible, etc." (Well sort of, the older posts are quite nice). However, our blog is honest, and the Friday blog posts don't hide anything. That's why this is a collection of a few paragraphs describing my honest, horrible week.

          The truth is, nothing super bad actually stands out to me, be it because of there being so many little bad things that I just can't pick, or because that by Friday it's all mushed together into a summary of "ugh", I don't know. I can't pick a specific event to rant about, but I'm pretty sick of this high school stuff. How did anyone make it through this? Everything revolves around those blasted 7 or so hours I spend in a building. That's beyond crazy. What's worse is that I can't find a solution. I can't solve this problem, and it's messing with my head. I don't like this Ana, the helpless one that literally is only somewhat sane after downing a cup of coffee, and who's eyes have the darkest circles beneath them that they make black holes jealous. Seriously, what's happened to me?

          I'm sorry that this post is rubbish, and that I've just complained and complained. I'm sorry that it isn't very long, or that there aren't any interesting stories. I'm lost, and I don't really know why. I know everyone has bad days, but it's feels kind of like a never ending stream of them, and I'm so stuck that I can't find the way out. I hope things get better for everyone. Thank you for dealing with my depressing blog post. I love you, and I hope your week was better than mine. If it wasn't, then here is a virtual hug *hug here*.

          The quote above is just one of my favorite quotes from my favorite story, The Book Thief. It so perfectly explains how I feel. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a picture with words must be beyond that of which is imaginable. So I guess I'll leave you with that.
Because, as Liesel Meminger so nicely put it, "Everything was good. But it was awful, too."

Until next time,
Ana