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Rawrrrr.
I hate being helpless, but I just realized I can't do ANYTHING about ANYTHING. Every aspect of my life has pretty much been planned out, hasn't it? Between school system, govm't and parentals, I guess I don't have much of a choice. Not that I have a choice about having a choice in the first place.
Only four more years, guys, then I'm out of here...
I'd be gone the second I turned eighteen, if I had any of the following:
a) money
b) a car
c) If my parents weren't pay for my college.
I guess if they're paying for schooling I have to pretend to be nice. I realize how horrible that sounds, but it's true I guess.
oh well, when they get really really old and I have to take care of them I'll do it. By then I think they'll be tired enough to stop nagging somewhat.
and as far as school goes...
bleck.
I'm not doing very well recently...I guess I've just got to BS my way into some B's and sit up tight.
oh oh oh, and I got a new therapist at school. Dammit. /twitch/
So now I have to give up lunch every day to go talk to NOT THE SOCIAL WORKER, but the intern. I'm sure she'll have so much fun dealing with my screwed-up-mind.
I can see it now, it'll be like a toothpaste commercial.
FOUR OUT OF FIVE DOCTORS SAY LAURA IS A FUCKED UP KID.
Ah, this is why I don't think anymore. Just do what they say and you'll get a nice cookie for your time.