Winter break started off great: I relaxed, I went to different places in the city, I caught up on my writing. The break is almost over now, and I don’t want it to end. Eighth grade is too stressful. I have a ton of homework still to do, misogynistic tormenters waiting for me, and an ex-best friend who isn’t talking to me over something that isn’t worth fighting about. Everything feels like too much to handle at once. I feel a bit like Sisyphus. Every time I think that I’m finished dealing with constant worry and conflicts, everything just rolls back to me again. In addition to all of that, I’m also anxious about hearing what high schools I was accepted to next month.

I hung out with some of my best friends today, which was a huge relief. We roamed around Park Slope, thrifting, eulogizing single gloves found in the street, making pit stops in grocery stores for chocolate and snacks. It was hours of bliss. I wish I could feel that way more. But now I have homework to do. ♦