If I had to describe my life in one phrase, it would probably be: well, fuck. It was the unspoken yet fitting commentary to just about every event in my life thus far. For awhile I even considered making it my senior quote when that time came in two years, but I figured I would rather have something slighty more inspiring. It didn't matter anyway, I had more important things that I needed to worry about that required my attention between now and then...
"Honey, time to get ready for school!"
...or maybe not.
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Affliction is Not a Term of Endearment
Teen FictionI always felt guilty for not having problems. And when I say problems, I mean problems like I-have-depression problems, or my-parents-are-really-shitty-and-I-don't-want-to-be-here problems. Funny how things change, isn't it?
