Waking up on the bathroom floor...

I don't know. I woke up in a bad mood today. I felt angry and stuff. Angry at my parents especially. I don't know why. Last night I was doing the usual college research and studying for the damn SAT II's. I printed out the application for the UC's already and I'm gonna be working on that for a while. It freaked me out. I spent the whole night thinking about it. How I'm nothing. And such. What reasons would they have to accept me into their schools? I don't know. If you know, can you tell me? Because I'd tell you in a heartbeat. Anyway, I think I'm in this quiet mood now. Lots of thinking. Lots of wanting to stop time. I'm afraid to grow up. It kills me that these are the days of our lives, because it doesn't feel like it to me. To be perfectly honest, I have not enjoyed high school. Not a bit. If I sat down and wrote out all the pros and the cons; all the good times and all of the bad times, the cons and the bad times just weigh out the good. Where are these good times that everyone talks about so much? "When I was your age, I hit all the parties...blah blah blah" I haven't hit anything except for this wall. I'm waiting for life to start.

I fell asleep on the bathroom floor.