This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
If you guys reach one year, I’m done talking to you. That would have been one whole year of your young life spent on making yourself a shittier person, with the help of a piece of shit boyfriend who deserves to be castrated. Open up your goddamn eyes. Nobody likes your boyfriend, nobody thinks your relationship is healthy or worth anything, you have people begging you to discontinue the abusive relationship you keep yourself in, for your own good. Take a fucking stand and dump his ass. Realize that you’re throwing your life away for him.
And next time you stop talking to another friend for following his girlfriend’s every beck and call and begging for her back, get your head out of your ass and realize that that’s the exact same shit you do and you have NO FUCKING RIGHT to shun him as you have sex and smoke weed at a highly illegal age just for your boyfriend. And everyone sees the disrespect he gives you so don’t even try to defend him. Begging for him back was the second worst decision you’ve ever made, only behind ever dating him. Sorry, hypocrite, but I’m done with you.
I always feel bad at first for getting my own songs stuck in my head but then I realize that I’m fucking fab and maybe other people have this shit happen to them when they hear my songs too and wow isn’t that gr9
Okay, so, my birthday is in less than a month, and I’ve asked my parents to let me get my tongue pierced as a birthday present. My mom is all for it and because she’s friends with the owner of the place I would get it done at, he said he wants to do it and he’d do it for free. However, my dad’s pretty unhappy about the idea, and can’t agree with my mom. How might I convince him to let me?..