Yesterday was a good day but when I got the response, which I sincerely thought I wanted,

it didn't make me happy.

I bought a polaroid camera for $1.99 and then went to buy film for it and found out that it's like $15 just for 10 photos.

I am pissed.

It's funny how simple and funny everything really is, but mostly just funny.

I hate everyone who calls that isn’t you. I hate the molecules of air you ingest to fuel the conversation you are having with someone else who isn’t me. I hate you for making my ‘I-love-you’s into a joke and not even a funny one. I HATE you because of the way you chew your food and puff out your cheeks and let out a low sigh like a tea kettle when you’re confused. I hate that you promised me you’d teach me to whistle but then that you forgot and that I was too proud to remind you. I hate your big dumb ugly fat shoes and their big dumb ugly fat laces. I’ve accumulated a lot of angst and teenage emotion by loving you these past few months of my incredibly short, short life, but now I’m going to make a transaction, a withdrawal if you will, and put all that energy into hating you and being angry and hurt. I hate the way you comb your hair and how you think you know everything there is to know about everything concerning politics and literature and human nature and punk rock music and the guitar and cameras and the beatles and parenting and philosophy and testosterone and UV rays and tea leaves and Armenia and Charlie Chaplin and Hitler and the king county library system and English class. I hate that you’re free and I’m not. I hate you most of all because you don’t even care enough to care that I hate you this much. Because I really do. I’m not even kidding.  

that felt really, really, incredibly good.

it's almost summer, I can smell it

We're doing a career unit in Speech class.

I'm going to be a photographer.

This is what I want to do with my life.