It’s really funny, because when I was typing out how I couldn’t believe I was considering sneaking out to meet a guy at 1:30 am, I was looking ahead, imagining this moment of regret.
Yeah, so I’m never sneaking out at 2 am again.
Am I seriously considering sneaking out at 1:30 am to go hang out with a guy?
The fact that favourite is underlined in red implying that it’s spelled wrong makes me mad. And that my friends make fun of me for spelling it that way, I’m sorry that it’s the better way of spelling it, and how most countries spell it #StupidAmerica
Slightly freaking out right now.
Slightly freaking out over here.
So the one day I actually decide to leave my house, these girls come to the beach in front of it. Theeee fuck, I watch the beach like a hawk, and I wasn’t there one time, and they were there. So annoying. Like what if they messed with the turtles? They’re my babies!
I lied about the length of my paper, and now my mom’s giving me so much shit for it, and I might not be able to go to Senior Ball. Because I lied about how far along I am on my paper. Like I’m still gonna get it done, but I’m just not there yet. Sorry we can’t all be 4.0 students like you mom.
I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. Who are you to tell me that I don’t care about anything? It’s my life, I care. I’m trying my best. What if I was gone tomorrow? Then would I care? Then would it matter? I fucked up. I’m a fuck up. THANK YOU for taking your time to tell me. It really makes me feel great, and makes things easier to do. I’m sooooo fucking stressed, and you giving me the speech about how I’m a failure isn’t making things any easier. But you just don’t get that, do you?
I mean, you know I already had a shit enough day. You pointing out all my flaws and failures is totally going to make me do better.