I had my first slipup in quite a long time last night. Somehow I’m not all that surprised. It’s a familiar behavior and I fell back on it. My stepparents don’t know, and I don’t have the heart to tell them for their sake and mine (I really really really don’t feel like spending my senior year in homeschool or a psych ward). I’m not really angry with myself or upset about it… I guess apathetic would be close to how I’m feeling. I don’t want to worry and upset the people who care about me and supported me last time, but I guess whatever happens will happen. Maybe if I have no expectations for myself I won’t be such a disappointment.