go to hell girl, you make me sick

The end of the year is so much stress.  I feel as if some seriously unsettling things have been thrown at me.  I didn't ask for them, they are thrown at me like baseballs, and I'm sitting in the stands with an "I don't like baseball so why am I here at this game?" t-shirt.

I am sitting in my chair and yelling things.  Things I will not type.  They run along the lines of

fuck you

Fuck You

FUCK you

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

This is a million things piling up on me I want to yell and punch people in the face pull bitches hair and scream and fight because I'm stronger and angrier and I could win based on that alone I'm sorry these lasts posts have been angry I wish I was one of those people who just put up pretty pictures instead but run on sentences and angsty poetry is my way of dealing, please don't even read this I shouldn't let things get to me its the end of the school year after all but fuck you I'm nice and you're being mean to me for no fucking reason this is straight up your fault and I will let the whole world know no I really won't but I will tell you, you is plural here it is not directed at any single person its many things at once

I made spanish tortilla for my AP Euro exam.  It is 11:07 PM and I still haven't written my 10 sentences or less philosophy of history.  I may not even write it untill tomorrow morning, I am that bad.  I have not and will not study shit for the fact recall.  I will be channeling anger into doing well.  I hope anyone who is reading this is having a better day than me.

(the title is a song lyric, P.S.)