The Poster Child for Troubled Teen

    I’ve made a few goals for myself, since I have to get my life together. Obviously.

1. Stop drinking so much that I don’t remember where I am or what I’ve been doing.
2. Start eating healthier.
3. Quit whining. (Psh, good luck, Fred.)
4. Be more helpful.
5. Don’t cry when I feel panicked.
6. Stop swearing because it’s bad.
7. Stop yelling at my brothers.
8. Stop yelling altogether.
9. Stop wasting my money on stupid things.
10. Not eat candy - it’s bad for my teeth.
11. Be a better friend. Quite possibly even a better boyfriend.
12. Watch less TV.
13. Quit smoking. Should be easy, since I never smoked from the start. It’s still a goal.
14. Work out more. Or less, depending on what I’m supposed to achieve.
15. Stop being afraid of my future. What is destined to be, is destined to be.
16. Stop being afraid of bugs. They are harmless.
17. Be even more afraid of bees. I could die, you know.
18. Stop being a coward.
19. Stop babbling when I’m nervous.
20. End this list before I find twenty more reasons why I’m crazy.

    Those are my ten commandements... even though they're twenty. I’m going to start with the first ten and see how it goes.

    I’m moving around like a tornado. Obsessive is one word for what I am. But I feel great, even though I’m close to freaking out because of all my pent-up feelings. I’m trying to be useful, but I’m driving everybody up the wall. But I don’t care.

    Number 10-18 shouldn’t be too hard. Well, except if I go outside. It’s not funny. I’m petrified of insects. Terrified, scared to death. Once when I was about six or seven, I was stung by a bee and it’s been haunting me for life. I’m so ridiculously allergic to bee-stings and bug-bites that I’m already half dead before I’m even stung.

    So, no outdoor life for me, and I’ll turn into an angel.

    Nreve mnd, was out, vry drnuk. Alchol baad. Hafta sleep, fel bad. My mothre is wrong, I am no falure. Faiure. Fail... Nervemind. Beer bad. Bees very bad. Very durnk.

    Meh.

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