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it just doesnt make sense. good things should happen to good people. but are we not all innately good in some way? why must there be heartache, destruction, death. why am i rich and living in a mansion while there are kids my age who don't know what a credit card looks like and are rummaging through trash bins looking for anything edible. why me? why not him, or her? what have i done to deserve this? well money surely doesn't buy happiness. things never end up they way i want them to. its upsetting. im such a control freak that when something doesnt go my way i dont know what to do. why are things not how i want them? why cant she just like me and we can be happy? oh how i long for the days when i will be in college, far away from high school, when i will have forgotten all this petty teenage angst and snootiness. all i want is to be happy. why cant i be happy? what have i done to deserve this? i just want to be happy, to be loved, to be accepted.
another day of summer awaits me.
another day of summer awaits me.