School. Life. This is an anonymous diary entry of a teenager who has no hope in anything. Last time I felt hope for anything was probably the last time I was at Disney World. I'm the most pessimistic, narcissistic, depressing teenager. Goddamnit, I cannot wait until I grow up so I can get out of this stupid hole they have named, Teenage Angst. More importantly though, I'm writing because I don't know what the hell I should do with my life. I'm entering junior year and holy rollers, I have no idea what college I want to go to, what I should study, where, when, why, how. Everyone is telling me, "Do something you feel passionate about!" And I tell them, "So nothing." It's amazing how shocked people are at how passion-less I am. I don't like any subject in high school or anything people offer me. I don't have a passion. So what am I to do with my life? I can't stand around waiting for something to come to me, because that doesn't happen in real life. I need something, I need hope.


In case you didn't understand, this is a desperate attempt to gain hope. Obama didn't give me much hope, so anyone, please give me hope! I'll buy it from you, i'll steal it from you, i'll do anything for that hope. There are hope addicts everywhere, why can that be me? I want your hope. I want what everyone has, hope!






So, peas with carrots, someone give me some goddamn hope.



Shit.