I'm getting really tired of poetry, and writing poetry, and writing about poetry and everything else. *kicks stupid essay*. It's so frustrating. And you know what else is frustrating? Growing up. I hate the stupid reminders every single day that I'm an adult now, from bills, to grocery shopping, to calling my insurance agent. My mom can no longer pay my insurance and now it's my responsibility. In utah the coverage was $250 every six months...not bad, yeah? In California it's $530 every six months...see, we pay of the CCs to get a little bit ahead, and then we're kicked in the fucking head...and there's nothing I can do about it but shrug and smile cuz hey, at least I have a car, and it could always be worse.
I just hate growing up is all.
Ok, now I have to stop wasting time and get back to my essays.
I just hate growing up is all.
Ok, now I have to stop wasting time and get back to my essays.