The last several days, ever since school started in fact, Michael has been in such a lousy mood. I'm inclined to think it's because of school having started back up, but I'm worried that it might be something else. I don't want to just dismiss it as more of the same, because what if we're missing something important?
I have no real reason to think it's anything but school, really, but that's OK, because my imagination is quite capable of making up for any lack of evidence.
Sometimes I really wish I could just open his skull and change the wiring - or at least install a window that would give me a convenient porthole to see what's going on in his head.
I have to admit I'm scared of this new school year. He's blown off one year. What if he does it a second time? He can recover from one lost year, but not two.
It's scary to watch someone you love make their own bad mistakes.
The irony of all this is that you just know that he's very busy feeling sorry for himself and telling himself that no-one loves him.
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