Regina Spektor made a cover of No Surprises a year ago, and I just found out.  I didn’t think I could love her more until this very moment.

Me: Are you going tomorrow?

My dad: I don’t feel like it.

Me: Are you going tomorrow?

My younger sister: I have cheer practice. (Which is funny because when I asked you if you would go last week you said you would.)

Me: Are you going tomorrow?

My older sister: To what??

To my stupid scholarship ceremony, assholes. I hope you all fall in a hole, better yet, fall off a damn cliff. I can’t wait to go to my scholarship ceremony tomorrow, alone, in a table reserved for four.

Personally, I could care less about prom, but it makes me really happy to see everyone so excited about one thing. I hope everyone has tons of fun!

You know, for a guy who claims to love me so much, you sure are good at making me cry…

I wish my classmates would talk to me because they genuinely want to talk to me and not just because they want to copy my homework.. :(

I wish you would notice me…

I can’t wait to leave this place and all the people in it.

Why do the greatest writers live the most unfortunate lives? Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost, Oscar Wilde, etc.

I am terrified of time. I’m terrified of how there’s not enough of it and of how I don’t know how much time I actually have. And at the end of the day, when I am lying on my bed and that familiar feeling creeps up on me, like exhaustion except all the sleep in the world couldn’t get rid of it, I just get scared. It’s like my whole life is passing by, and I don’t even know where it’s going.

I wonder when this slut era will end.