Went home early. I haven't been doing well for the past couple of days (well, weeks). Then a boy in my class became agressive towards furniture. (he had a good reason - he hurt his hand badly this morning in PE, and the cab company that drives him to school was being difficult about picking him up and bringing him home so he could go to a doctor) That shook me up. Then a while later someone violently kicks a football from the hallway into the classroom. It almost hit me and did hit my chair. That shook me up also. Homeroom teacher suggested I go home - the only class I'm missing out on is Art, and that's difficult even when I'm doing well. (It's loud, chaotic, unorganized..)

Mum picked me up and I'm home now. And I've calmed down some. I hate PTSD. I mean, who gets this upset about two fairly small things?