| Current mood: | distraught |
| Current music: | autopilot off -- long way to fall |
[ Awkwardly, she eases back into the soft leather upholstery of her desk chair and poises her fingers above the keys for a moment, still not used to the idea of posting about her life on the internet for all to see. ]
Another thrilling day in the life of me. And while I can say that with such composure and compassion for living, I can't say too much about anything else that's going on with me right now. Senior preliminaries came out today and it doesn't look like I'll be able to don my cap and gown until next June. The guidance counselor wants to meet with me "to talk" about my future, whereas I'm already aware that it'll be a thirty minute conversation in which nothing gets accomplished, other than her repeating every few minutes how I "don't apply myself" enough to do anything with my life.
Throw in a pinch of prom fever and you're wishing death on yourself right about now.
[ She sighs bitterly, running a hand back through her hair. ]
It's all playing out exactly the way I never wanted it to.
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