Twisted And Sick.

Damn fucking right, fuck society. I know you want me to let you "soak in your emoness," so I won't say anything about you and what you're going through personally [you know who you are,] so I'll keep this on strictly, erm...generalized terms.

I've been talking non-stop about this since about August, and I know it's probably starting to get on the nerves of those close to me, but I'm sick of how humanity operates. Honestly.

Above all, I'm sick of teenagers. Yes, fucktard. I realize I'm a teenager. I hate that I'm a teenager too. I also realize that all teenagers aren't the same, and that I'd like teenagers if i wasnt in such a horribly cynical mood lately, but I am. So this is how I feel.

I'm sick of the pointless drama. I'm sick of the complaining. I'm sick of the changes. I'm sick of the attitude. Once again, I know. I know that a good portion of it is "majorly out of our own control," and that at this age, there are just certain things that are going to happen. What I hate is how our generation encourages the trouble. Yes, trouble does define you, but we seem to have taken it upon ourselves to figuratively throw so many problems at each other that we're a finely carved Greek statues.

Whatever. I shouldn't be talking right now. I just want this whole period of time to pass. I want sophomoe year to be done; I want to get on with my life.

I want things to go back to normal. I want to be able to spend quality time with Andy, my friends, and my family with out awkward, unneccesary phobias and paranoias creeping up on me.

And until then, teenagers are going to drive me crazy.