05 November, 2005

Nervous Breakdown

You know I always thought nervous breakdowns were for those who had reached their middle ages, had thousand dollars in debt, found out that the son was worshiping a napkin, and whos boss was making sexual advances (while their boss is of the same gender as them). I guess not. I had one today.
Mom and I went to go get breakfast at McDonals and they for some reason (maybe because they're BREAKFAST NAZIS!) stopped serving breakfast at 10:30 in Apopka when in Mount Dora it's 11. At any rate I just began to cry. Mom pulled over and asked me what was wrong and I I suddenly began to pull my hair out and scream.
I don't have enough time for anything. Chantelle yells at me for not getting out, and not spending time doing anything except work, school work, and Chris. I don't have any time for anything. She wants me to have a socail life. I can't do anything. I don't have time.
I don't have time to enjoy my senior year.
I even told Chris I didn't know if I wanted my tattoo.
I can't believe this funk.

I don't even want my 18th birthday to come.
I can't believe this.
Mery

cheshiretear at 12:46

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