My mom nixed the lemons so now I’m gonna smell like cinnamon for the rest of my life (<- exaggeration)

You wouldn’t touch a rabid dog.

I was never good at writing happy things, like this poem for example, with the intentions of being some really cheesy, sappy, conquer all bullshit. Excuse my language, but I’ve been feeling rather in the gutter lately. Don’t worry about me, I’m a bad bitch, I’ll bounce back, I just need some time alone. In the meantime let’s talk about something’s that piss me the hell off: adults, yeah, yeah, technically I’m an adult, but fuck that shit. @ 17 im expected to choose a college and a career that may determine how the rest of my life turns out, yet I’m not allowed to consent to sex until a year from now. You can’t tell, but I’m rolling my eyes. At 18 I’m considered an “adult” so because I’m 1 year maturer, I can decide decisions in regards to my future, I can consent to sex and so yeah I’m an adult, to an extent. I’m an adult when others want me to be, but too young when my being an adult doesn’t benefit them. Figures. But I’m 19 now so what’s the point of complaining about ignorance from two years ago, Right? Whatever. I could write about how “great” being an adult is and how it’s what I’ve always expected as a child, but you guys aren’t stupid, you know I’d be lying through my teeth and like I said happy things aren’t my forte. Instead I’m going to write about how it’s seems like the world has completely gone to shit and you can square up, I really don’t give a fuck, but este viejo, this old ass, wig wearing, Cheeto puff isn’t only to blame. Oh shi- sorry kid, you gotta be quicker than that- I mean “adult.” Now take your boxing gloves off and put your thinking cap on, yeah thinking cap, like they taught you in blues clues. The world has been crappy before this mini hitler was conceived, there’s no doubt about it, a lot of these racist, narcissistic assholes carried around this shitty mindset in their pea sized brains for years. Trump, or as my grandma likes to call him, el maldito viejo, was just an outlet for people to justify their thoughts and actions.

*cue crickets*

Really? Anyone? Fine. TRUMP FUCKING SUCKS AND THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT!

Happy? I figured. Alright, alright settle down, this is getting too political and that’s not my forte either. Okay, I’m a girl. What are girls only good for? Talking about hair and makeup

*cue all the sexist*

Hey hey settle down you little shits, it’s called sarcasm, but anyways hair. Why do people think it’s okay to tell me what I can and can’t do with my hair? Dear ladies selling flat irons @ the mall, yes I’ve tried straightening my hair, i did it for almost all 18 years of my life, no, no I don’t want you to try, no, no, stop following me, seriously lady I don’t want your shit, fuck off. Dear girl @ my job who said “now everyone wants to get box braids,” fuck off, I asked for these box braids, I paid for them, not you. I sat in a chair for 4 hours and faced the, these shits are heavy and my head is pounding pain, and I guess you could say I asked for that too, but what I didn’t ask for, was your stupid ass comment. That’s right walk the hell away before I used these long ass braids to choke your ass, please and thank you. What else? There’s a lot of shit I could talk about, like how my social anxiety makes me super awkward and shy and how I’m terrible @ holding a conversation or making friends, but that’s okay. I can also talk about how your “friends” are the first ones to take advantage of you, or how guys will continue to hit on you even after you tell them you have a boyfriend. I can also complain about how they call you a “fucking ugly ass bitch that stinks” and how “they didn’t want your stank ass anyways,” after you turn them down. Figures. But that’s for another time. Unfortunately I’m in a bad mood, that’s as clear as day and I’m not good at writing happy things, as I’ve already stated, but I just ate an egg and cheese on a roll, my art supplies arrived in the mail and after barely getting by, by the skin of my teeth in bio, I passed my final with a 94, so I’m not feeling all too bad now. Thanks for listening to my rant, I’m not sorry for any offense I’ve caused. Unfortunately that’s life, deal with it.