My life is...
crazy beautiful.
And that's not crazy describing beautiful. It's beautiful describing the crazy. Everything in my life is pure brilliant, beautiful, mind-shattering, bang-your-head-against-the-wall chaos. Sometimes I can find humor or irony or even sense in it. Other times I honestly just want to sit in the corner, hug my knees to my chest and break down.
Let's be honest, it's my senior year in high school, and it's been pretty bitchin'. Bitchin' as in awesome, but also having to deal with a lot of bitchin' and whining from people I'm not really friends with and having to do my own because of similar circumstance. Some people call it being a teenager. I can't wait to turn twenty if that's the case.
I have some really good friends, this is the problem: They're either a year younger than me or 5+ years older than me. Usually the latter. I get along better with teachers in their twenty-somethings than I do with people in my own grade. Let's just get over it.
The problem is, what am I going to do when I go to college? What am I going to do this summer.
More importantly, I have a current guy dilemna that we just won't/can't get into online right now.
Holy shit. This is what I get for having coffee and beign at school at 6:15 AM.
And that's not crazy describing beautiful. It's beautiful describing the crazy. Everything in my life is pure brilliant, beautiful, mind-shattering, bang-your-head-against-the-wall chaos. Sometimes I can find humor or irony or even sense in it. Other times I honestly just want to sit in the corner, hug my knees to my chest and break down.
Let's be honest, it's my senior year in high school, and it's been pretty bitchin'. Bitchin' as in awesome, but also having to deal with a lot of bitchin' and whining from people I'm not really friends with and having to do my own because of similar circumstance. Some people call it being a teenager. I can't wait to turn twenty if that's the case.
I have some really good friends, this is the problem: They're either a year younger than me or 5+ years older than me. Usually the latter. I get along better with teachers in their twenty-somethings than I do with people in my own grade. Let's just get over it.
The problem is, what am I going to do when I go to college? What am I going to do this summer.
More importantly, I have a current guy dilemna that we just won't/can't get into online right now.
Holy shit. This is what I get for having coffee and beign at school at 6:15 AM.