I'm tired of going home.
Back to tired and exasperated "Yes mother"s and "okay"s.
Back to anger, back to fear, back to pain and paranoia.
Back to "You're so stupid", "You're clueless", "Why are you so rude?", "You're lazy and a pig and it's a wonder you have any friends." Back to doubt.
Back to worthlessness, because I can't manage the same ease and grace in pulling good grades as I did in elementary school, when everything was based on whether or not you did the assignment, not how well you did.
Back to being nothing more than a trophy in a glass case, silver and tarnishing, slowly, slowly.