I'm sick...utterly sick of life and living. Why is living so difficult? Better question--why do I make life so difficult? And because I want to blame someone...I will blame all of those who told me that being a teenager was the best years of their lives. Cough. Well. They can come back and live mine. Thinking back on it, they weren't saved when they were teenagers. That explains alot. And...gasp...if this horrible reality is supposed to be the best part of my life, I really am going to have to consider suicide as a viable option...(if you actually got that I used viable as an adjective of suicide, I love you)
I'm never going to have mid-life crisis. Seriously. I think 40 yr olds invented mid-life crises(the plural of crisis, and yes, I looked it up on an internet dictionary and yes, I am strange) because they missed the drama of being a teenager.
DRAMA--that's what this all is! **Smacks forehead** WELL...someone should have told me that being a teenager sucks. REALLY.
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