I can't even count all the times I've started writing I'm so tired at the beginning of a blog or a journal entry.  Seriously.  I am tired.  But of what?

I don't think I'm tired.  I'm drained.  The life is slowly being sucked out of me by an invisible force I like to call Adolesence. I'm so over being a teenager.  I know I'm small and insignificant.  But hey, I have my own thought processes. 

Do I care?  Not really.  I only care about what my parents think of me.  Man, I hate their nagging.

I don't want to go to prom.  It's just not my bag man.  It's seriously retarded.  Tradition?  Screw tradition.  It's a stupid little dance where all the girls get emotional about how they're never going to see each other again. 

I have no desire to ever see 98% of these people again.  And if I do see them.  I hope they've failed in life.  These people are pus-filled scabs waiting to infect the rest of the world. 

Edgy and dangerous?  No, not me. Sarcastic and dry?  Possibly me.  Witty and brilliant?  Haha. Jeez.  I'm only a person, stop it.