Dear Spring Break,
I don't want you. Idon'tIdon'tIdon't. It just means getting yelled at by my parents for stuff I didn't do because I am nothing at all like the "perfect" child my mom was when she was a kid. I'm tired of getting harassed for mistakes I apologized for, and even begged forgiveness for.
I am sick and tired of you and I just want to be back in school with my friends; People who notice the fact I have feelings instead of just hitting them with a goddanged weed-whacker and then telling me what I do and do not care about. I care about plenty of people, Mother, I just don't tend to show appreciation for those who yell for stupid reasons like I was talking to myself and you wanted to know what I said... TO MYSELF. Or when you think you know what's going on in my head when you really have no freaking idea. I. Am. Not. That. Deep. A. Thinker. Ok? But that doesn't mean you should call me stupid, or bring up the fact that I have the memory of a goldfish and am probably going to get stuck in 8th grade. I UNDERSTAND, ALRIGHT!? STOP RUNNING THIS CRAP INTO THE GROUND.
Please?
... God please let Tuesday come quickly. *facekeyboard*