I am afraid because I don’t know where to start, or where to end.
I am afraid because I might not use the correct punctuation 100% of the time.
I am afraid because someone might think what I have to say is stupid or irrelevant.
Oh well.
I have a lot to say as of late. So much seems to be happening around me, and I glide through life, day-to-day, taking orders at Mc Donald’s and serving food to assholes that belittle workers. (Run on sentence? Fuck Off).
Yesterday, I watched a woman almost die. She seized in front of me: her knees buckled in and she fell, her eyes rolling back into her skull. She foamed at the mouth, this epileptic woman, as her body jutted its limbs in different directions… until it stopped moving all together.
She was ok, and I proceeded to ring a customer up for a large diet coke and double cheeseburger that he later brought up, saying that it was cold.
My little sister turned 15 this week. When I was 15, I snuck behind school bleachers, made out with boys and took off my shirt, illegally drove and took my first sip of beer. I hope she’s not like me.
I officially transferred colleges.
I live at home.
Again.
Currently: I am losing my mind.
(Incorrect punctuation. Fuck you).
