Brand-new journal. At least in my mind. After I wrote the last word on the page before this one, I almost put this journal, unfinished, in the box with the others. But finally I decided that was too wasteful. So I’m starting Part Two here. I’ll fold down the corner of this page so I know where the second part begins, and I’ll never look at the first part again. Went to school today. Second day back. Still can’t concentrate. I wonder how long that will go on. When am I going to feel better? I know Mom’s only been gone for a few days, but I’ve been grieving for months already. Grieving and goofing off. I’m snot sure I’ll be able to make up for everything I’ve missed this school year. I wonder if I’ll have to repeat eighth grade. I’ve made a big mess of it. Still, I see one good sign: I did a huge chunk of homework after school today, the first work I’ve done in a long time. And I saved writing in the journal for AFTER I’d done the work. Now I’m going to do something I had thought I might not do for years.
