I’m just a girl with a broken cigar.

I really don’t know what’s going on right now. I am seriously just going minute by minute. First I’m at the top of my class with honors, next I’m skipping class, hotboxing with my friends in a minivan.

I know what I where I want to be eventually, but I have one problem:
How am I going to get there?
Every three seconds our teachers begin to lecture us; “This is the year that counts!” and all that jazz. Comeon?
[Insert SNL reference here]
REALLY. Does what I do when I am sixteen completely direct who I am going to become? REALLY. Do I have to choose now what I want to do with my life? REALLY. If I don’t pull up my pants and start working, I’m going to become a pathetic loser?
Really. What is wrong with this picture?
EVERYTHING! I am a kid who likes sneakers, hip hop and vandalizing public property, and you’re making me grow up instantly? How does this pan out!?
I’m in no state to plan my week, let alone my life! I finally have the guts to step a little out of line, and what do I get? LECTURED AND BULLSHIT.

Yeah.

I wish we didn’t have to grow up so fast. This really sucks.

-LETS FLIP THE SWITCH-

I met a really cool guy. I hope things work with out with him. I’m really into him, and I really hope that he’s into me. If things don’t, then whatever. High school relationships are bullshit. Just like everything else.

You know what else is bullshit? I broke my cigar.