This morning for Creative Writing, we are supposed to be writing about either “The Story of Yesterday,” or, “What’s On My Mind”. Yesterday was crap so I’ll write about what’s on my mind even though…what’s on my mind has so much to do with yesterday… Whatever, here we go…
What is on my mind…what IS on my mind…what is on MY mind… Or better yet, what is NOT on my mind. These last two weeks have been kind of crazy. From getting accepted to Ohio, to turning 18, to getting sick, to keeping up with school, to preparing for Spain… There is A LOT on my mind.
I have recently become more irritated with Miller – not just coming to school because I have senioritis, but because I actually cannot stand anyone here anymore. I hate the faculty, they are driving my absolutely nutty. I don’t see how they can possibly expect us to act like adults when they condescend us all the time. They treat us like children! I feel like since I am a senior and an adult, they should treat us like it. They always try to claim they are “preparing us for college” uhhhh college isn’t going to give two shits about us…they are going to treat us like adults.
And the students….OHHHH my God are y’all actually retarded? Every single on of you has some mental issue because the shit y’all get upset about is so stupid and irrelevant. What is it y’all say? “You do you, and I’ll do me”? Haven’t I heard that come from your faces before? Yeah yeah, don’t lie ya little butt munchers, it’s true! SOOOOOO can someone tell me whyyy do I constantly hear my, and others, names come from your little ugly faces? Like, can you honestly just not mind your own business? Apparently not and FOR THAT….I pity y’all.
I can’t stand it when people complain about something that can be fixed. ”Woe is me, I have a problem that really isn’t a problem, but can be solved, but OHHHH I don’t want to do anything about it….all I want to do is complainnn”… Okay, that’s fine if you want to complain to hear yourself talk, but lemme tell ya, noonegivesashit. Like honestly, I have zero shits to give for your problems and I know that sounds bad because you are my best friend, and at one point, I did care, but truth be told, it gets really redundant and annoying. Especially when your problems aren’t that big of a deal. Cancer? That’s a big fuckin deal…the fact that your boyfriend, who you have been dating for what, two weeks?, won’t talk to you, yeahhhh there are just bigger fish to fry. Ya feel?
I don’t know, I am just sick and tired of the bitching and moaning.