I just bitch about my life

Lemme break it down for ya: I bitch about everything and if you do something I don’t like, you’ll never hear the end of it. If I don’t like you, you probably know it. idgaf if I piss you off and I would LOVE to see you try to pick a fight with me. I’m cynical about everything and everyone. I’m very open with the problems I have with my community and I’m pretty sure the whole damn school knows I hate everyone God damn one of them. If you’re in my way, hell yeah I’m gonna push you. If you start bitching at me for messing up your weave, fuck no I will not meet you in the parking lot after school to “shoot the fade”. I have much better things to do. Like sleep. I sometimes wonder if I am the only person in my school to have common sense. I am.

Contrary to the above, I’m surprisingly pretty nice and very polite to everyone I talk to, but I probably criticize everything about them in my head 80% of the time. I’m also always the one to cheer people up and make everyone laugh. I have a unique sense of humor (I still find farts funny) and sometimes people don’t laugh with/at me, which makes me feel really stupid. I drift through my school days, mostly unnoticed. I may talk to you in the classroom, but I probably won’t say hi to you in the hall way. Don’t take it personal, I just don’t care that much.

Honestly, I’m still trying to figure out who I am. I haven’t decided whether to describe myself as a nice person or a bitch. Most people would ignore the latter, but I’m just not sure.

Just like every other teenager in America, I’m still on that search for myself and on that hormonal roller coaster ride that seems to stretch on for miles.