I Hate This.

I hate talking to you.
I hate it.
I hate having all of these expectations.
I hate having them crushed.
This is so goddamn frustrating.
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
I just don't even understand.
Apparently this is what happens.
God, I can't wait for summer.
I am determined.
And when I'm determined... watch out.
It better be fucking awesome.
This summer, that is.
Because I've gone through hell.
And I want a break from it all.
To relax.
To hang out.
To have fun.
To cultivate relationships.
Why do I say things like that?
I mean to find myself a boyfriend.
Obviously.
This is why I am alone.

I should be doing AP Chem now. FML for real. This week is so stressful. Shoot me in the head and put me out of my misery? KTHANKSBYE.