Je suis tres malade et je deteste ma vie quelquefois.
After all I am descended from Indo-European royalty, I don't feel very royal at the moment.
I cannot believe that I'm being subjected to all of this.
Really, my entire family owns mansions all over the world, and I live in a cabin in "middle of nowhere, arizona"....full of ignorant hicks and christian/mormon enthusiasts.
How on Earth did I end up here?
And quite honestly, when can I leave?
My life really can't get any worse at the moment...My Southern Boy asked me why I don't come home.
My question is why I left in the first place.
Why I ever thought this was a good idea....I don't know.
I just want to go back to Ocean Beach and forget this stupid town ever existed.
To think that if I had just gone to PL I would've had classes with my best friend, and been going to the beach every day.
Not to mention probably partying every weekend.
I would've had fun classes like AP Psychology, AP Literature, and Political Science....and no PE.
But now I'm stuck in stupid Weight Training and Choir....and I'm short on credits.
I'm like the epitome of a cliche California girl, I'm a girly, prissy princess; Weight Training and wilderness is NOT for me.
I was raised watching shows like Clueless, and saying things like "Oh, my God" or "Whatever, Loser"
I like shopping, and tanning on the beach.
This is burnt (and I know that burnt is burnt)
I so fucking hate it here.
(So much that my diction and syntax is all fucked up).
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