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Today ai felt so overwhelmed by homework that I had to leave and go upstairs. Even though Senior year is almost over, I don't know how much more I can take. Plus, I just know I'm going to fail the math final, and if I don't pass, what then? I can't bear the thought of having spent a whole semester in math, slaving and crying and having panic attacks over it, just to have to take it again in college.... I hope Mrs Athena wouldn't do that to me... She knows I'm trying... I just don't know what to do. I wish I could run away to San Francisco and never come back. Become somebody else, become a millionaire off of my books, and just live. Sure, I'm alive, but my entire life I've felt only that. Just being alive. Not actually living. And there's a difference. Smiling while skydiving from three hundred feet isn't the same smiling while getting an ID picture taken at work or school. That's the difference between being alive, and living.