Aaaaaaaaugh
Why the hell is it that every single conversation I try to have with my parents turns into a bitch fest about how I haven't turned in my applications?
WHY?
I'm scared, dammit. What if they suck? What if I hit *SEND* just in time to realize that I misspelled something or entered the wrong SAT grade? What if my essay sucks and the day after I turn it in someone FINALLY has the guts to tell me and then it's too late?
I am SO sick of it.
"Can I go to a New Years Eve party?"
"I dunno. You've been really irresponsible this year. Are you done with your college applications?"
I hate when they do that.
Ughhhhhhhhhh.
And I had had a good night.
I HATE COLLEGE. And I haven't even applied yet.
Maybe I shouldn't.
Maybe I should get pregnant and live in a trailor with Steven and 2 dogs on Lynch St.
No.
Can't.
I'll be stuck in town with the 'rents, then.
I hate college, though. Seriously.
I love Steven.
I was all ready to have a nice "I ♥♥♥ Steven" post to make you all so very sick to your tiny little stomachs. But, noooo. Mum and dad RUINED that.
Gar. I am SO tired and my head and mouth are in major pain from talking and whatnot. Ugh. My head might explode. I'm so mad at them.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.
~*M*~
WHY?
I'm scared, dammit. What if they suck? What if I hit *SEND* just in time to realize that I misspelled something or entered the wrong SAT grade? What if my essay sucks and the day after I turn it in someone FINALLY has the guts to tell me and then it's too late?
I am SO sick of it.
"Can I go to a New Years Eve party?"
"I dunno. You've been really irresponsible this year. Are you done with your college applications?"
I hate when they do that.
Ughhhhhhhhhh.
And I had had a good night.
I HATE COLLEGE. And I haven't even applied yet.
Maybe I shouldn't.
Maybe I should get pregnant and live in a trailor with Steven and 2 dogs on Lynch St.
No.
Can't.
I'll be stuck in town with the 'rents, then.
I hate college, though. Seriously.
I love Steven.
I was all ready to have a nice "I ♥♥♥ Steven" post to make you all so very sick to your tiny little stomachs. But, noooo. Mum and dad RUINED that.
Gar. I am SO tired and my head and mouth are in major pain from talking and whatnot. Ugh. My head might explode. I'm so mad at them.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.
~*M*~