that sounds so stupid teenage angsty but that is the only sentence I actually know how to string together that describes now.
I mean, they are.
but I'm thinking a monumental gust of wind needs to rush through my room and make it more messy.
then I need to grab some boxes, throw all of it in the car and drive up to school.
It appears to be the last [last? really? um, never last} little joke my surroundings is playing on me.
I get to leave.
but not until they ALL leave.
for the record, the whole bad ass thing is boring. its not appealing. maybe to some people but at the moment I'm not some people.
okay, that should do.
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