I criticize and over think everything I do until I finally break. I just didn’t know that losing my blue pen would send me over the edge, crying and hugging a bear for twenty minutes. I really wish I could change myself sometimes; I wish I could get rid of that constant nagging that I’m not good enough. It’s not that I don’t love my life; I wouldn’t trade it with anyone else’s. I just wish that I could live up to my own standards.
I wish I had the balls to say “fuck you” to every authority figure that belittles me. I bet they all sleep great at night making a rule-following, A student want to punch them in the fucking face. Because I really needed to put in my place, obviously. This makes me want to stop caring about doing good and just be a bad-ass. HAHA.