Today, My life sucked.

Today I was behind in art, my picture is all smudged, and my pants have oil pastel all over them.

Today Great books was all philosophical, my head hurt so I couldn't pay very well attention, the class was chaotic, and the subject was a bit of a mind-boggler. (Can you self-actualize more than once? It sounds like some horrible innuendo no thanks to the YouTube I watch.)

Today History was boring, filled with horrible puns, and the old documents we looked at reeked of tobacco.

Today My mom and I got into an argument, she yelled at me for being scared/anxious/depressed all the time and told me to do something about it, and My response that 'I've tried asking her for help and she's put it aside to do work or look for houses instead so of course I'm depressed because I'm not sure whether or not she really cares some days.' Got me yelled at some more. Sure, yeah, I'm loved. -_-

But today Markiplier posted his first video in two weeks after a closer friend committed suicide.

Today I didn't want to scratch or hit myself.

Today I managed to let only three chocolate chips fall off the spoon when my hand shook.

Today laughing didn't make me almost pass out.

Today I got a 100 on a timeline that I finished three minutes before class only because a friend helped write the last dates in. (Thanks for that BTW.)

Maybe today didn't suck as bad as I thought...