That All-Time Depression When the Drug High Wears Off

Too bad it isn't drugs. I could use some of those, just to escape this pain. Maybe I am the stupid drug, that's why I'm always happy. And something that would take me off of it would be...braces.

I spend an hour waiting for them to call me in, wishing I had brought my math homework. They finially did, and it wasn't a bad appointment untill they added the rubber bands. The orthodontist showed me how to put them on, and when I tried to respond, I couldn't open my mouth. I wanted to cry right there, but I didn't. Lauren didn't help, with her stupid little comments and how she laughed at me as I tried to eat a cookie [I coudln't get it past the rubber bands]. My mouth was hurting already.

At home was even worse. We got pizza, and I ate it as fast as I could before it was too painfull, and so I could get my math homework done. I didn't even finish - at 7 I gave up and would do it tomorrow before school. Next on the list was music. I had an assignment due tomorrow that needed to be practiced, and one due the 12th. The first one was easy, I did it in no time, but the second one was very frustrating. I kept getting low scores and eventually gave up like the math.

I wish my life would stop doing this to me. I ride on my Shannon-highs and when I crash, it's horrible. Maybe the braces crash will stop soon. 9 weeks I guess. My dad keeps saying "You're almost done! You're smile is going to look so nice when you finish."

But when will I finish? 9 weeks is too long when I've been doing this for almost a year and a half. And is a perfect smile worth all this pain? For three weeks can I stand having my mouth rubber banded shut? It sure doesn't feel like it.

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- Mirikitani