So “people” tell me to cherish my youth, it’s been a staple of many children’s show. (Like the main guy/girl suddenly ages and becomes all worried, then turns back into a teenager and is all thankful.) (I just want a few years, pls.) But what exactly am I cherishing here? Did anybody really like high school? And I mean, did anybody with half a brain like high school? Because high school hasn’t been enjoyable, it’s a building full of teenagers, each a bundle of nerves and hormones. With teachers who judge you for years, while you race against peers. So I watched a lot of TV as a kid, all these American after school specials. In my head I saw my future, and it involved buying a car at 16, going through high school which was really cool, then going away from home to live in a dorm and go to college. I don’t know when but this facade slowly revealed itself, in that no car (well that’s just silly), high school wasn’t filled with awesome, and college dorms? Those cost money, so does college. Parents have money right? That’s what TV taught me. My parents don’t. Oops, TV lied.

Okay so maybe I have to cherish this carelessness, the couple times me and my friends get together and just do whatever we want, and it doesn’t really matter and it’s awesome. But, shouldn’t things “matter”?

I feel like this is a “grass is greener” rant, and that I should get over it. But, I don’t think I’d mind if you just let me off the roller coaster, I want on to the next ride. Maybe something with teacups? Spin spin spin

I’m not going to miss this, this angst. This late night, feel like crap for no good reason, angst. It’s what made this post! Last night punching phone buttons making a good 118 words (600 characters.) before falling asleep. (Next time I’m finding a pen.) I won’t miss my friends feeling like crap, I won’t miss people looking down at me, (Both literally and figuratively.)

Can we just skip to graduation? I need to catch up.

P.S. November is emo, dammit! It’s because it’s cold and there isn’t any snow. When it snows some, people cheer up a bit.

P.P.S. Angsting at night always feel silly, since you wake up and feel better. But, this blog needs a good dosage every once in a while.

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