I hate talking/writing about myself. I don't want to trump myself up telling strangers how I stand out, contribute to diversity, or what challenges/obstacles I've overcome.
I HATE THAT IT'S COLD OUTSIDE AND MY STUPID IDIOT STEPFATHER STILL HAS THE A/C ON. I AM FREEZING, SERIOUSLY, GOOSBUMPS ALL OVER MY BODY. I MIGHT KILL HIM TO DEATH THIS TIME.
I SWEAR TO GOD IT HAS TO BE ABOUT 56 DEGREES IN HERE BECAUSE MY ROOM DOESN'T GET ANY SUN. I QUIT LIFE. I CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE OUT OF THIS STUPID PIECE OF CRAP.