Teenage Days 1

It is awesome to be a teenage! Being a teenager entails getting up the the morning, to go to school for like 7-8 depending where you live in the States and that is it. Nothing else,  All you have to do is go to school, you choose to pass or fail depending on your parents values -pushiness- or the fact the you have some intellect that allows you to make the connection that the world revolves around money in the quickest way that is legal to make a good amount of money is through an education. I fall in the latter half. Some where between infancy and prepubescent it all started to make sense to me and I stop going to school like it was a requirement but as a gateway to a better future. Wow, such cliché statement.

My life is damn good one can say on the surface. I am mature for my age because it stop see the would in black and white but nor in gray which torture when I enter a McDies to just  get an  ice cream cone even though I am lactose intolerant and hate the fact that McDonald subliminal messages are turning their fastly made crap-er food, into the equivalency of crack to many teenager like myself and that it is a corporation. I am all for fighting the man and shit

But I am freaking messed, yeah I am standing up for a reason against McDonald but that it  is not the stuff that the average teen should think about. I should be thinking about college and stuff but whatever. 

What I am trying to say, or was trying to say before I went into a tangent, is live below the skin of a teenager is any but normal. Especially that of a quirky person like me. I am freaking miserable. Life is nothing that is depicted in the books and the fictional dramas that I obsess with,. the only reason I obsess with the is due to the fact that I wish that my world look like theirs, where the nerd-me- turns the heart of the school asshole popular boy, saves a depressed foreign exchange student who has no friend, or getting actual results from weally, weally hard on a project and just getting a "B."

No, I live in the realm of reality and it bites like a pregnant bitc female dog. One disappointment after and other, plus I have my mother to remind of them all the time. I have ponder over mass homicide but then again I am not that good at cleaning up after myself and the cops would eventual, eventually find. I can not handle prison chicks my age, I can barely stand the ones I see on a normal basis. I thought about suicide, too extremely pointless, I would die and never find my Romeo, or my Mr. Darcy, my Beast, my heath Ledger in that movie that took place in Europe and people did not shower,. Suicide, No go. I could get myself into a mental institution so I can live in a controlled environment that would make me happy all the time, but the drugs would eventually cause my to have real symptoms so screw that.

I will continue to live this miserable sham under the pretense I am a happy teen ager that just have to get up in the morning and go to school.