"What's the difference between a skydiver and a golfer? A golfer goes *wack* 'oh shit!' a skydiver goes 'oh shit!' *wack*"
Between the moving, the arguing, the engagement, school finals, and the constant panic attacks; it's been a while since my brain, lungs, and heart had a break. Now, I'm not suggesting that they take a break all at once... I'd be dead. Or even just one of them... Ok. What I'm trying to get out in this jumble of nonsense in word format is that I'm freaking tired! I've been sooo completely stressed lately it's like I'm in hyper drive and everything goes really fast but at the end of the day I can't remember a damned thing. You'd think I'd be exciting that Summer is just around the corner. No. I can't say that I'm as extatic as the rest of my bubbley classmates. Instead of lounging by the pool and chilling with friends... I'm working, taking bio, and meeting new relatives. All of which is very stressful. And don't tell me not to complain! I've been working all year; Summer is the time I'm suppost to go bananas and be a teen. Guess what? That's not going to happen.
Pleeeeeeaaase! Whom ever is out there that controls all of this mess some consider my life. I need help! Life-preserver! ANYTHING!? I'll even take a chill pill if You have one handy...
mOrE lAtEr.
