We don't need to whisper

The snow is beautiful. It makes the world so quiet, and that's a thing I used to feel I never got enough of. Things have changed, though. Every night I lie awake and listen to that silence. It screams into my ears, louder than anything I've ever heard. Sometimes I wish I could sleep more. It's not so bad anymore. I hope being able to think so much is not a bad thing, else I'll be insane by the time winter is over.
School is hard these days. It's mostly chemistry that's bringing me to tears. I'm failing it right now because I had to take regence, and we all know I'm not nearly as smart as my brother, or my cousin. I can barely pass it.
I suppose there are more important things right now than writing here. I'm considering stopping again. Maybe it's time to talk to someone about what I really feel beneath the surface.