Why can't things in life just go nicely? Why is it that whenever you're happy, things are so radically changed and you can't do anything about it? You can't even say goodbye to the happy you, because all that's left is the you that's waiting for something, anything to get better. I hate being a teenager, because your life isn't your own, it's up to other people to control you, and warp you, and ultimately make your decisions for you. Fuck, I just can't believe things can go from one end of the spectrum to the other in an instant. I just want to sleep for the next year and four days.
Fun fact: I'll be 17 in four days.
I want to fucking cry
