Being 17 is the worst thing ever because it sucks and it’s hard and I’m so sick of it and I don’t want to deal with it anymore and I don’t want to deal with stupid drama with friends or my stupid Ex-boyfriend problems or my stupid Scumbag ex-ex-boyfriend who found out that my Ex-boyfriend is now my Ex-boyfriend so he keeps asking me to hang out but I know he doesn’t want to just hang out and my Ex-boyfriend doesn’t know what he wants and I don’t either but that stresses me out because I just want to know and I want to get back together but I don’t know if I should because it was so bad and I just don’t know what to think and I still haven’t gotten an acceptance letter from Truman and I just know that I’m going to visit this weekend and fall in love with the campus then get a letter on Monday saying I didn’t make the cut and then I’ll have to get a back-up plan which I don’t have yet and I know I should have one but I don’t because I don’t have time to think about my future and I don’t want to think about my future because it scares me and I’m not ready to grow up and I’m not ready to move out of my childhood home and have a new sister and a step-mom but she’s really nice and I like her a lot but I don’t know how I feel about the whole thing and I don’t know why they had to send an annulment paper to my mom full of Lies because now my parents aren’t friends anymore which is fine because they were never really good friends after the Divorce and they never yell or scream at each other but it’s still weird and it’s made me Hate organized religion more than I already do and sometimes I just get so wrapped up in my head and it’s just like when you have one leg inside the sheet and one out and you turnandturnandturnandturn and then you’re trapped but you’re too lazy because you’re 17 and you don’t want to get up so you just lay there and deal with it but the problem is that I don’t want to deal with it anymore I want to get up and eat pancakes because being 17 is the worst thing ever and I’m so
done.