I had my eigth grade graduation tonight meaning I'm now a ninth grader! The ceremony was long and boring.
I got a certificate saying I didn't totally flunk out.
But the thing that really sucks is, my brother whom my dad relies on very much told him that we were ready to go and dragged me out before I could say goodbye to my friends. When they finally caved I bolted. Yeah not the right thing to do but what the fuck I didn't want to be there anymore. If I was only 'allowed' to be there because my brother said it was okay, then screw it, I didn't fucking want to give him the satisfation.
My mom took me to her house(which is where I am now).
It was my graduation and sure it was long but my brother couldn't wait ten more fucking minutes to leave. I hate him so much. I don't get to see most of my friends for a long time(most likely until the fall when school starts again)/
I'll post the only picture I got from the graduation and it is of me, before I left the house. I took it so it looks extra shitty.