



Don’t tell me high school is supposed to be the best years of your life because ^
Can someone take me out or something. I look too cute to sit at home tonight.

After having a really bad day yesterday I went to sleep early thinking that when I wake up, things would be better. It wasn’t until I woke up that I realized how dumb that was. Things don’t get better overnight. I still have to live with all the things that happened yesterday. My brother is still sick and my mom is still guilt-tripping me. My wide collection of rejection letters are still in the garbage in front of me and I’m still unhappy about the stuff that happened. I thought that by the age of 18 I would’ve matured and not let certain things get to me but no, that’s very wrong. I seem to be wrong too often.
This test and the exam are the differences between going to Ryerson or UTSC next year.