I hate summer
Yes I realise that if you go back a few entries to last summer I say something about not actually hating summer...and I don't. But I don't necissarily like it. I hate not being in school. Want to know why? Because every year that I finish means I am one more year closer to being done school. To bewing thrown out into life. To epic failure. I don't want to be a grownup. Growing up is stupid and believe me if a little fairy showed up and offered me some pixie dust so I could fly to Never never land I would jump right on that train. Why on earth would I want to be finished school? I like where I am in my life right now. I like being at school so much. I'm doing something I enjoy with great people and I don't have to worry about paying rent or being able to afford groceries. That all goes out the window next year. So no I don't enjoy summer. I don't enjoy being left here to work two jobs while all my friends leave. I don't have any friends. I especially don't enjoy being left here with fake friends. Friends who pretend to be my friends but really only use me for rides and things like that. Obviously I am currently grumpy. Perhaps I will write another entry in a couple of days when I am less grumpy. Now I should go to bed because I work in the morning.