So. Here are things that are happening:
- I AM BACK IN THE SLUMP. Wahoo.
- 92% of my math class hates me, and all of them probably think I'm ridiculously annoying. I wouldn't be surprised if the teacher thinks I'm annoying too. It's not like it's not my fault, either.
- I'm still not asleep because I still haven't written that extra stuff that will make my essay longer.
- I got stood up, and I'm even more upset, 'cause I do it to this person all the time, even if it's not on purpose. And I still want to be mad at her and she didn't even call and tell me she couldn't go, instead of just being like "Oh, can I come tonight? Tomorrow morning? Never?" I called her and texted her and she didn't even reply. And FFFF-- I CAN'T EVEN BE MAD CORRECTLY. WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO JUSTIFY MYSELF? No one cares. No one gives two shits about me. No one else bothers justifying themselves and everyone likes them just fine. God damn.
- I am so fucked. Ghh.
Really, why won't anyone magically waltz into my life and convince me that it doesn't suck and that I'm not going to end up living in a box and that I will be able to live comfortably by myself in an apartment in Brooklyn with two dogs and a
[cat named Boyfriend
] while I go to college. I thought going to a new school and meeting new people would help, but it's not the other people, it's me. Fuck.
God. I'm tired of not feeling good about myself, but what can I do? Oh, Angelica you're the only one who can make yourself feel better blah blah blah. Just tell me that when I'm in my damn apartment in Brooklyn and maybe I won't punch you in the face. Maybe.
P.S: If I actually had the balls to punch people in the face, I would feel so much better. God.
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.