fuck.
I'm pretty sure I haven't matured at all since around 10th grade.
Maybe.
Fuck if I know.
I always feel rushed, like I don't have enough time to do anything.
Like school work (that essay that was due friday and I've barely started it) or just figuring out myself.
And I even like doing the second one, trying to find out why I do certain things and why I react the way I do to some things. I think it's fun.
I'm most likely going to fail this english class and that makes me feel like a huge bitch, but not enough of one that I'll actually do the work which in turn makes me feel even worse.
Not enough to really care though, I think I'd actually have to like myself in general to really care about anything I'm doing that effects me.
Though technically it's effecting my parents too because they're the ones paying for my continued education.
fuck.