I just spent two hours in a room with friends of my parents grilling me about my future
I am hung over
I just had my friend tell me that the essay that has taken me four hours to write looks like it was written in twenty minutes.
I have a ten year old girl pestering me about why the magic 8 ball
doesn't work all the time.
I need to rewrite my essay.
I don't have a date for the semi-formal
My cable connection
is not working.
I am tempted to just scream fuck the world
and do something rash that I will regret.
I can't seem to focus my eyes.
This is teenage angst at its best. It doesn't get any better than this.
Today is my mom's birthday. I have to be happy, an unlikely possibility.
But now that I think about it, I am. It could be worse.