This is Me: tenth grade

I moved last summer, and it is probably the most devastating roller coaster ride I have ever been on. It's like this house has cursed us, and since we've moved everything has fallen apart. My brother joined the Marines in the middle of my ninth grade year, but it didn't become extremely hard until now. I miss him, and sometimes I wish that he had been dropped from basic training, even though I know it is a good thing for him overall in life.

I made some friends, but I am never trying to keep them. A lot of things goes on, and it really gets annoying. Everybody acts like they're better than everybody else, and that their little dramatic lives take precedence over everything else. One of the boys that claimed to like me told everybody that I don't eat. I used to eat right beside him, which is rather amusing. I've gained five pounds in the past year, and yet everybody acts like I don't eat. Whatever. High school is high school, and I'll be done soon.

I don't know what to say about this. I guess I am just a confused person lately. I don't know what I'm doing, what I want to do, or what I am capable of doing. I don't know where I'll go to school at, or what I will study. I don't know if I will take a year off or go to college right away. I just know that I can not wait until I do know, that way I can be done with this perpetual feeling of cluelessness.