You know what terrifies me more than anything?
College.
Yeah I am totally that pathetic little girl who's afraid to leave mommy. Oh but wait, no I'm not.
I'm a lot more fucking insane then your average 18-year-old.
How do I know this? I just do.
Here's a check-list
Hate to be disorganized, yet my room is in shambles? (check)
Stupidly in love with someone I'll never have a chance with? (check)
Blame self for other's wrong doing, or at least feel guilty about it? (check)
hate procrastinating and do it anyways? *COUGHCOUGH* right now *COUGHCOUGH*
(check)
Oh yeah, and there is the little matter of this being one of my stumbles... (check- plus what the fuck?)
That's not all the reasons but I also have an amazingly short attention span, so I am going to force myself to write some more. Maybe I'll finish the damn chapter and go to bed.
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