I'm having a mid-adolescent crisis
Man, oh man, does living in Miami get old. Every day, I have to wake up, get dressed, drive all the way over to West Kendall, get stuck in traffic, drive all the way back home, do homework, and then do nothing for the rest of the night until my insomnia wares out, and I fall asleep only to have to wake up and repeat it all over again. Let me tell you, this routine gets old. If it wasn't for my daily line up of prime time television and cigarettes, I'd be dead by now.
And I know that other people have it a lot harder than me and I don't even have a job now, but that doesn't make me feel any better. I'm tired, and lonely, and stressed out, and I don't care if I have to play the world's smallest violin for myself, because I'm frustrated, and right now my feel sorry for myself song is sounding pretty good!
I mean sure, I fly almost everyday, and that might sound like a lot of fun, but in reality it's really hard work. Most people think I just fly around for fun all day long like Peter Pan. Actually, it's the complete opposite. The moment I take off, I have to put this really, incredibly dorky hood on, that blacks out everything outside and leaves me only the instruments to look at and then I have to do all these tricky maneuvers, and prove to my instructor that I have no problem doing something that most nineteen year olds wouldn't have a clue on how to do.
And it's really hard for me to be unhappy. I'm used to always being in a good mood. The life of the party. Nowadays I'm alone most of the day or around people that I don't really know, or people that I don't even want to know. I think the only positive thing I can say is that at the very least, I don't have to work at Publix anymore. Let me cling to that.
And I know that other people have it a lot harder than me and I don't even have a job now, but that doesn't make me feel any better. I'm tired, and lonely, and stressed out, and I don't care if I have to play the world's smallest violin for myself, because I'm frustrated, and right now my feel sorry for myself song is sounding pretty good!
I mean sure, I fly almost everyday, and that might sound like a lot of fun, but in reality it's really hard work. Most people think I just fly around for fun all day long like Peter Pan. Actually, it's the complete opposite. The moment I take off, I have to put this really, incredibly dorky hood on, that blacks out everything outside and leaves me only the instruments to look at and then I have to do all these tricky maneuvers, and prove to my instructor that I have no problem doing something that most nineteen year olds wouldn't have a clue on how to do.
And it's really hard for me to be unhappy. I'm used to always being in a good mood. The life of the party. Nowadays I'm alone most of the day or around people that I don't really know, or people that I don't even want to know. I think the only positive thing I can say is that at the very least, I don't have to work at Publix anymore. Let me cling to that.