Okay, it's definitely time to complain about things before I explode.
WHY DO I ALWAYS MESS EVERYTHING UP?!?! I don't understand! I don't understand how I can be such a bad girlfriend or a friend or a daughter. Apparently I don't try at anything. Apparently I'm never there for my friends. Apparently I never call my dad because I don't care or because I hate him.
Jacob, I do try. I love you more than anything. (it's not like you're going to ever read this)
Friends, Go suck a tit if you don't think I'm here for you. More than likely, it's just you being ignorant.
Dad, I don't call you because every time I do, I end up crying by the time I get off the phone.
I'm sorry if I seem like such a terrible person because I'm really not all that bad if I do say so myself. I try! But all my efforts are folded into a big ball of shit and threw in my face. I'm sorry I can't be perfect and I'm sorry I can't be mrs. incredible.
My Spring break is going to be horrible. I already feel it.
Looks like I'll see lots of facebook and tumblr and my bed. Ooooh, yes. Especially my bed. What do I want to do over Spring Break? I want to see my perfect boyfriend every day and go lay in the grass buuuuut nooooo. That's just impossible, isn't it?
OR have Lucy come up and hang out with me...yaknow..stay the night or something. Buuuuut noooo. Her mom hates me and won't let her.
Sierra's mom says she has an attitude.
WTF?!
This sucks. It's 10:00 and I'm already considering going to bed this early...and it's the first day of break. I bet you a trillion bucks the hospital will call about 3:00 in the morning and everyone is going to have to stroll over there in the middle of the night.
I'm sick of all this horseshit.
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