And I Don't Know What I'd Do If I Lost You

I don't understand. It would take merely 3 EXTRA SECONDS to come and pick me up on your way to our friend's house.
If you didn't want me to come, you could've simply dropped off my MP3 player.
But nah. Let's stick to STUPID SELFISH TEENAGERDOM.

Yeah. Ridiculous stuff, yo. I would have you know that teenagers ARE SO FREAKING SELFISH. In everything they do, too! Sure, all humans think for themselves, but us teens . . . We get so selfish it makes me sick. I mean, what's the meaning of having a friend if you can't even think of how they feel.
Maybe once.

But I'll stop ranting about this STUPID STUFF. Because all it's going to do is make me more angry and then I'll probably say something ridiculous or whatever.


Here's the thing, though. I want to tell my friends "what to do" in order to stay friends and have the best time we can, but for some reason it's so hard to do that without everyone making fun of you for sounding like an overly-attached girlfriend. That's where I get stuck in this mushy gray medium where I have no idea what to do next. I'm too afraid to choose any of the extremes. I get too scared of seeing the results. I wish I could make up my mind.
Every day I just want to swear. I cannot tell you how hard it is not to. I've never had a habit, but I get so frustrated. Some chemical is boiling inside of me with each day I make my dismal return to the High School. Plus, it doesn't help when friends ditch on you and forget about you.

When all you want,


Is to not be forgotten.




I'm turning into a mess again. This is no good! I can't let this be a dark and depressing post! Not like how I used to be! Gah. But I just want to write that way so bad . . . . . . . . Bleh.

Fine. I'll try and focus on the positive.



In approximately two months, my favorite band (The Rocket Summer) is coming to Salt Lake.

OHMYCRAPOHMYCRAPOHMYCRAP!!!!
Do you even understand how excited this makes me?
Can you POSSIBLY comprehend how excited this makes me?????????????????????????????????????????????? (Use of excessive question marks to emphasize . . . I don't know. Something.)

Hopefully I'll be able to go with my cousin. (Who also loves this band) It would be one heckuva time. Feeling the energy and the connection at that concert would blow my mind. I shouldn't set my expectations too high, though. Then again, I suppose it doesn't matter considering that EVERY SINGLE ONE of those expectations WILL be met. YETH! ("Yes" with a lisp. [In case you were wondering])



Good news, though. Tomorrow's a Friday. I don't have anything planned so, watch, that's the day that people will actually want to hang out with me. Every time I've planned a party in the past, I've invited ten to twenty people, and usually 2 showed up. Awesome. Nobody comes. Nobody calls.
Just.
Awesome.

See, I wish I was the kind of friend that people would want to call. Instead, I'm ALWAYS the one that calls people, begging for their company, because I love being with my friends.
But . . . . .


Do they like being with me?


So many problems I have. So many problems people have. So many problems the world have.
I Want
To Impact
The World
But Can't
Do It
Alone

Well, my fam wants me to play some banana game thingamajig with them, so I must depart.
But before I go, I have something to ask of you:
If you read this blog, I would like you to comment. If I don't have very many people that observe my rantings, then I'm afraid I will discontinue this blog. But if there's a few, I suppose I'll continue.

But, if this is the last post I make, here are some stats as of right here, right now:
Pageviews --- 3,400 (Exactly)
Posts --- 209
Followers --- 22
Lifespan of Blog --- Three years

Oh, and a fun fact. The large majority of my audience is from the U.S., but I have quite a few views from obscure locations. Examples:
Russia --- 104
China --- 68
Various countries in Europe --- Comes to an average of about 20.
South Korea --- 21
Japan --- 18


Over and out.