Angst

So, tomorrow is my birthday and I'm turning 20. Which means today is my last day of being a teenager, so it's also my last day I can blame anything on my 'teenage angst.' So I'm going to take the opportunity today to be as angsty as I can.

I hate my parents, they like tooooootally don't understand me!!!

I hate school, when am I ever going to need to know about Communism, and politics and such...?

My dog hates me.

In fact everybody hates me, nobody gets me but my journal.

Some reason Becky always gets the boys I want.

And yesterday, Sandra came to school with the same hair as me!!! Copycat.

My parents won't buy me a Mustang, ugh, instead I have to drive around this stupid Civic.

I'm not allowed to go to the Miley Cyrus concert because it's on a school night.

Edward Cullen is only a fictional character... I'll never get the chance to date him...

Ok, I think I got that out of my system, hopefully I've grown out of it now. Starting tomorrow I'll have to say "Blame It On My Youth" (yeah- I'm not too young to make a Frank Sinatra reference) instead of the angst. Although, I'm not sure if I'm quite ready yet to turn in my angsty music by all those angsty artists. It's way too fun to listen to.

Also, if you feel like getting all nostalgic and angsty, check out the book Teen Angst: A Celebration of Really Bad Poetry. It's a collection of angsty poems people wrote in their teenage years thinking it was amazing, but now looking back upon it, it was just a pile of you-know-what. But it does provide great entertainment!

Well until next time, Keep Followin'.

6 days until I leave the country.