Note to Self: You're not very good at life.
I have a feeling this is going to be a creative summer. Dissapointments always come about in the subtlest of ways and the start of this particular summer is no exception. I've got nothing and it's on the verge of everything. I can see the things I've looked forward to, waiver and even one of those painfully has already fallen through. Adios chikita guapa, no diste lo, pero lo siento todavía que estabamos nunca. Now what? ohh.. just a little piss in a little cup that could chaotically make or break my summer and my freedom from parents. I just brush myself off, pick back up and return to another long period of anxt and frustration and self-deprecation. It's not fun... no it's not... but of course it might happen.