and you thought you knew teen angst!

God damn this pathos I have put myself into. Such a tragedy has befallen me all whilst I watched in horror. This repulsive, terrifying, and vile adjective has crept onto and throughout my life like a plague. God damn it to my mother who has lived with it for years, and to the librarian at the public library, and the cashier at the little Kroger on Commerce Drive. Damn it to the old guy at Blockbuster, and the accountants at my bank, and damn it to Gladys the waitress at Evan’s Fine Foods. But god—have mercy on me. I can’t tell you the hour, and I certainly cannot tell you the day, that boredom began making meritocracy out of every one of my actions. It is a tragedy when a teen gets wrapped up in the monotonous details of everyday life. And I mean everyday life. The same life—everyday. School, club meetings, work, dinner, homework, Saturday! School, club meetings, wor….BLAH! Get me out of here. We try so hard to fit all our fun into one day, that its not even fun anymore. Then we walk, or should I say drag, ourselves into school on Mondays thinking about nothing but how we could possibly use that one day to its full advantage. Or maybe that’s just me. Maybe I just have too much shit to do. Too much boring shit to do. I’m sixteen freaking years old, and I already have shit to do. God help me I’m bored.