Roll of thunder, hear my cry

It should have been such a good day...

I heard thunder today, and it was warmer. Classes were frustrating, but the presentation and test are out of the way now. That's good. Work was alright. I had fun, even if I did feel like a fish out of water for awhile, and I got to go to dinner with my dad tonight.

But instead of feeling happy and calm, I feel sick and troubled. My head is pounding, I'm sick at my stomach, and I can't stop feeling down.

He almost said he wouldn't help pay for Australia. He was upset because I hadn't told him about the cost or the fact that I wanted to take summer classes. I told mom, but not him, and I believed her when she said they'd talked. Guess that was my mistake. I should have known better on that one. He was hurt because he always has to hear it last minute. I understand that.

He sent me an email saying how proud of me he was a week or so ago. I wish I felt like that was true. I know he wouldn't lie. I just always seem to mess it up.

Now I'm back home with enough time to go and see friends over at Katie's, but my stomach is too unsettled for me to wander over, and my head probably wouldn't appreciate company, even if I would. So that's out.

Maybe I'll lie down for awhile and see if I feel better.