I rant.

*I may or may not be talking about the same thing from sentence to sentence.
That stupid fucking American Apparel Flea Market. WTF stop biting off of me. Ugh. I'm so fucking sick of choir. Why am I in the weaker group? Why? What the fuck. Why did I fail that chem test? Why am I not participating enough in classes? Why can't I just read my fucking book? Why can't I just understand angular and linear speed? Why can't I go out every weekend? Why can't people not talk to me when I'm trying to figure out my precal homework? Why can't I get my fucking pronouns test back? Why can't I fucking finish spirit committee hallways, float, backdrop and dance? Why did I even join Spirit Committee this year? Why can't she stop inviting herself to things? Why can't I see him more? Why is my voice so fucking muggy? Why can't I sing well. Why am I so fucking unsatisfied. I feel like I'm doing good but when I step back and look at the big picture, I'm seriously lacking. I don't understand why I can't just force myself to get things done. Instead I fucking wake up at 3 every other day to finish my homework when I slept at 12 from not wanting to do my homework. I keep forgetting to bring my shit to school or back home. I'm fucking losing my mind. I just need a break from school right now. When is this shit just going to end? Why is my room always so stuffy? It's not healthy. I need to clear my head. I need time to stop just for a day. I need to catch up and figure stuff out. I need to stop sleeping after I get home from school. I also need to stop watching UFC fights after I get home and falling asleep on the couch. I need to stop napping in general. When the fuck am I going to get my act together?