Wow the compliments do coming don't they.
So I'm a shit-talking bitch

and a worthless, fat, community-college bound idiot.

So Vicki was in Brea so she's like, "Hey. I can pick you up right now."

I asked my dad, who had agreed to it YESTERDAY, who said NO now. I complained. That launched a huge tirade.

Basically, until I'm accepted by a college (and it'll be a community college because that's all I'm good enough for), I will have no life. I don't care about my grades anymore and all I ever do is play play play. I'm even worse though, because not only am I stupid and lazy, I'm fat and vain. Because my grades really suck ass, but I act like they don't and I think I'm better than others.

Apparently, you shouldn't even have to take a class when you're in the class. The textbook should be read before the class starts. If the teacher gives you one page of homework, you should do ten.

It doesn't matter that I'm taking
AP Calc BC
SAT Class
Guitar
in the summer because the ten days I have before that starts should be packed with work as well. Being at my mom's house is a sin as well because all I ever do there is waste time. You shouldn't be allowed to spend time with family members.
And because of SAT class, I'm not going to China this summer, a fact that has pissed off my grandparents. And if they can give up seeing me, I should give up seeing my friends.
I stayed home last night because I HAD to go to dinner with HIS friend (and was ignored the entire night. I spent the entire night in the company of MCFLY. Not that I was complaining, but STILL) But since I'd already wasted enough time with HIS friend last night, I can't hang out with MY friends.

Summer is not time for relaxation and friends. It's the time where you get ahead and learn everything you're going to learn in the school year so that when you're taking the classes, all you have to do is the hours of busy work, which means you'll have no life either.
O and music wasn't spared either. People who listen to music like mine (considered CLASSICAL by many) don't go ANYWHERE in life. Only criminals and hooligans listen to this crap. I'll end up in McDonalds.
I should get into rap and metal just to piss him off. Stick a picture of Marilyn Manson on my wall and see what happens.

For the next two years, I am going to forget music, forget friends, forget fun, and forget football. Four Fs. Well what do I have to say to that? F*** off.

He doesn't even think I try. I'm like the stupidest person on the earth AND I don't try. You know what he should do? Go pick a little Mexican boy off the street (not to be racist to Mexican people), stick him at Troy, and see how he does. Try to teach him calculus when he's in the 8th grade.

The more friends you have, the worse you do in school.
Well apparently Jesse Yang doesn't have any friends because I don't see how much better you can do than that.
I mean seriously, what teenager has FRIENDS?

O yeah. Last time, he drove to my MOM's house, ripped off every single f***ing poster that I had collected on the walls, tore them to shreds, and then bitched at me and hit me because only prostitutes keep pictures of guys.

I mean seriously, what teenage girl likes BOYS?

I should be a heavy metal listening, acid-using, tattooed, pierced, lesbian prostitute.

Can't live in this asylum you call life
Can't take this pressure you pile on
I'll never be what you want me to be.
I'll never be good enough.
I'll never try hard enough.
I'll never be smart enough.
I'll never be pretty enough.
I'll never be nice enough.
I'll never be skinny enough.
I'll never be good enough.
I'll never be what you want.
I'll never be good enough.

I'm sorry.
I'm glad you cared though.
I'm glad you tried though.
I'll never be though.

GOODBYE.

I can't believe something induced ME to write something that sounds like a suicide note.
Don't worry. I won't commit suicide. It's too frightening a prospect for me anyway. I'd probably hurt myself trying. Death scares me anyway.

I'll just elope to England with Danny and change my name.