They said submit 1-3 pieces of your best writing. I can't come up with anything. I am an insecure little lady. It makes me sad. I forgot to call Feller so he could fix my bike and now I feel bad. Also, I have to walk to the bus stop tomorrow and it's FREAKING COLD. Whatever, I'm wearing two jackets. I feel retarded for making such a big deal of the cold, 'cause I live in Florida but okay.
Nghh. I promised I wasn't gonna let myself get ... me down, but it's HARD. I'm already procrastinating again. And I'm starting to feel shitty and uncomfortable around people. I need to make a change, but I just find myself being loud and obnoxious like always. MY LIFE IS SO TERRIBLE OMG NO ONE HURTS LIKE I DO.
Ugh, I should go to bed. I wish writing about my problems automatically solved them, but it does make me feel better to know that maybe someone out there sympathizes or is at least entertained by my troubles.
wan. wan,
Angelica.
P.S.:
formspring.meHa. I don't know how many people actually read this, but ask away.
P.S.S.:
lskjadla my math teacher (or professor, Idon'tfuckingknow) is very cute (26-ish?) and I am jealous because I wish I were that hot.
P.S.S.S.:
He is a man.
P.S.S.S.S
A very handsome man.
P.S(x5).:
Don't worry, I'm not going to assault (read: rape) him and make him lose his job. I will just stare at him sometimes and he'll be like "
I KNOW I'M ADORABLE BUT STOP IT AND LEARN SOME TRIGONOMETRY."
"But Mr. Gorenstein, I already took this course. Lolwtfomgbbq!!1!one"
"I am going to shoot you."
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.