Angst
Cripes. Nothing I do is right, is it? A in Government and Art? No. I have a C in Math. A C- in Science. Those two wrongs naturally overshadow anygoddamnfuckingthing I do right. I swear, one of the requirements for parenthood is the ability to be a complete ass. That was the fucking hardest quarter of the damned year (which I TRADITIONALLY do poorly in), and it's my senior year. I've been busting my butt to get other work done, and all those goddamn achievements just fucking pale in comparison to my failures. I've never been terribly sure of myself, and this really hasn't helped that. I just want this fucking year to be over. I'm sick of nagging, I'm sick of school, I'm sick of the fucking lie I put on every morning! I want to be ME; not Pale Shadow of Me! I wish I could; I wish I had the strength to tell them this- but if I did, I wouldn't be writing this, now would I?
*sigh*
44 more days till life.
*sigh*
44 more days till life.