It's Just You And Me, And Everyone Else In This Empty Room
SAT scores = foul mood for me.
I did rather badly. Damn it.
Last night I just wanted to run away. Living with Mom and Dad has become a sort of walking on egg shells type of deal. It seems like I can't do anything right. (And after viewing my SAT scores, it's beginning to appear that way.)
On top of this, I feel as though everyone in the hallway is giving me dirty looks. Like I'm some slut who just laid the entire football team. If they heard rumors, I don't care. I know the truth---that should be enough, right?
Deep breath. Try not to worry. Just smile; make them wonder. The weekend is almost here--not really, but keep pretending.
That's it!!!
Keep pretending.
I did rather badly. Damn it.
Last night I just wanted to run away. Living with Mom and Dad has become a sort of walking on egg shells type of deal. It seems like I can't do anything right. (And after viewing my SAT scores, it's beginning to appear that way.)
On top of this, I feel as though everyone in the hallway is giving me dirty looks. Like I'm some slut who just laid the entire football team. If they heard rumors, I don't care. I know the truth---that should be enough, right?
Deep breath. Try not to worry. Just smile; make them wonder. The weekend is almost here--not really, but keep pretending.
That's it!!!
Keep pretending.