ugggh
Things at home aren't going to well.
I'll be eighteen in fifty someodd days.
-Just ask my mom-she's counting.
Once I'm eighteen I'm out of the house if I miss school.
I'm home by ten o'clock on school nights.
And my room is spotless.
I'm frustrated with everyone.
I love my mom to death
I never thought I'd end up being one of those kids who doesn't have a place to go
I'm going to africa to kill and consume a wild hippo.
Hopefully it won't fling poop on me.
School sucks. I'm starving.
Someone should take me to taco bell.