Fixed Location
Sep. 14th, 2004 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrage-Starting to suspect I'm depressed (random crying incident on Saturday was the high lowlight. Glad the teacher didn't seem to mind.)
-Now, I'm probably in over my head. With everything. But to cut down would create all kinds of guilt.
-All I am is book-smart. I am pretty much useless. My "people skills" leave everything to be desired. I so totally do not understand anyone or know anything about the world, and I got lost less than a mile away from my house. What a narrow, frosty little frame of reference.
-My parents prevent me from happiness. Honestly. Living with them is the only way to know, those little deceptacons.
-I really wanted to participate in the exchange program. Too bad it's impossible.
-I need an extra day in the week just to sleep.
-When I get my license... I wish I knew how to drive. I need to get away from my house.
-I hate how material goods are disposable, yet all our thoughts are recycled.
-Really could have used that Hurricane Day. I don't mind having one kill me, either. That would be rather nice, actually. I wish Ivan would catch everyone off guard and pivot at a right angle.
-I hate being a teenager.
-I hate being visible. We'd all be better off if I could go about my business without anyone knowing I was there.
-I wish this weren't angst. Seriously, I'm not trying to assimilate myself into one of your little sick teen cults. Once more: I don't own any music, and do not wish to be judged by what I like, what I wear, what I read, etc.
-I like correct spelling. School owns me.
-Why does everyone use "<3"? It's really ugly.
-I'm sorry if I am offensive. I'm screwed-up.
-Now, I'm probably in over my head. With everything. But to cut down would create all kinds of guilt.
-All I am is book-smart. I am pretty much useless. My "people skills" leave everything to be desired. I so totally do not understand anyone or know anything about the world, and I got lost less than a mile away from my house. What a narrow, frosty little frame of reference.
-My parents prevent me from happiness. Honestly. Living with them is the only way to know, those little deceptacons.
-I really wanted to participate in the exchange program. Too bad it's impossible.
-I need an extra day in the week just to sleep.
-When I get my license... I wish I knew how to drive. I need to get away from my house.
-I hate how material goods are disposable, yet all our thoughts are recycled.
-Really could have used that Hurricane Day. I don't mind having one kill me, either. That would be rather nice, actually. I wish Ivan would catch everyone off guard and pivot at a right angle.
-I hate being a teenager.
-I hate being visible. We'd all be better off if I could go about my business without anyone knowing I was there.
-I wish this weren't angst. Seriously, I'm not trying to assimilate myself into one of your little sick teen cults. Once more: I don't own any music, and do not wish to be judged by what I like, what I wear, what I read, etc.
-I like correct spelling. School owns me.
-Why does everyone use "<3"? It's really ugly.
-I'm sorry if I am offensive. I'm screwed-up.
