I have three weeks left of school. THREE WEEKS LEFT. But I have lost all motivation and I have summer fever. And I’m pretty sure every teacher has assigned a paper and an exam sometime in the next three weeks. Someone save me.
I want to move out but everything is so expensive. Why can’t I exchange being cute for a place to live?
I’ve been sitting on the couch for two hours doing homework and my mother has managed to yell at me but not notice I dyed my hair. She notices a spot in the bathroom but doesn’t take two seconds to look at her own daughter.
Tell me about it. I’m going to try to convince David to help me dye my hair tonight!
Before I am your daughter,
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm.