Silence

My mom found out my math grade to day. (D--) She didn't get nearly as mad as I thought she would. She didn't understand why I didn't come to her when I first started having problems. What was I supposed to say? Because hse would have gotten mad and the last time I asked her for math help things ended badly (let's just leave it at that).
Personally I don't care. I'm trying to de-stress by not letting things get to me. Yes, I care about getting good grades, but not half as much as my mom. This whole need-to-be perfect thing. I give up. An F, who cares, I don't. I need to get out of this slump. Stress is what I blame. It's controlling my life, giving me zits, and making me extremely depressed. I dreaded climbing into the car today on the way home, but I did it. It wasn't so bad. I learned not to look someone in the eyes when there lecturing you. Just look out the window. The ride was quiet. Too quiet. Silence like I have never heard. I take this as a bad sign.