Wings

I am so ready to get out of here.

What a ridiculous summer.
You know how it's said that between the time you start high school and graduate college, you should have at least one AWESOME summer? Yeah. I've never had that. Boohiss. Whatever. I'm over it. I just have no one to talk to, so I'm letting it all out here. Is that sad, or what? I wasn't going to blog over the summer, but I couldn't help myself. Pathetic.

Three cheers for pity parties!

I just want to complain.
And yell.
And argue.
And tell people off.
But I can't.
And I hate that.

Can you say "heart issue"?

I wish I could fly.