It's official, I'm a stupid moron. I might as well accept my fate. I'm going to barely pass high school and end up working at McDonalds for the rest of my life. I'll live with my parents until I find some idiotic slacker to marry. We'll struggle to make ends meet, have a couple of worthless, druggie, drop out kids, and die penniless and miserable. Ain't life peachy-fucking keen?!
I found out something hilarious today. I made Kyle tell me what Amber thinks of me. She thinks I'm a bitch, ugly, and I should date Stu because that's the best I can do. Now isn't that funny? HER passing judgement on ME!? I find it quite amusing.
I keep thinking I should care, that what she thinks about me should matter to me. BUT IT DOESN'T! I DON'T CARE! And I'm not gonna get pety and start bashing her on here. I know exactly what Amber is, she'll get her come-up-ins. HER COME-UP-INS! Or however you spell that.
It feels nice to know I've actually managed to change. I thought I'd be stuck this way forever.
