I think I wasted my summer. I didn't exercise. I didn't get an A in my math class. I didn't do any college prep. I didn't get a job. I didn't do anything. I mean, I had fun nearly every day; that should be enough. Why doesn't it seem like it is? Isn't the whole point of life to have fun? That's what I did!
You know, live for the moment, I DID THAT! I went to concerts, I made friends at school, I went to different parks, I went to a billion movies, I volunteered, I swam, I partied, I made out with my girlfriend, I slept over at people's houses, I cruised at night, I went to theme parks, I went camping, I had agony aunts, I WAS an agony aunt, I HAD MY FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY! What did I do wrong?
Why do I feel bad? Is it because I spent my summer NOT worring about school? Isn't that what you're supposed to do during the summer? Apparently not. I hate you all. I refuse to admit that I did anything wrong. It's not my fault that everybody is so afraid of not going to UC Berkley, that they forget how to be kids. Fuck you, that's what I am; that's what I'll be.
You can all go to hell because I'm not listening.
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