The world is going cray cray.

I liked it when I didn't know what was awaiting me in the future.
I liked it when I didn't have to make tough choices and worry about inane things.
I liked it when all I worried about was my Marathi exam (UGH, I HATED that subject) and if I would do well in my weekly Algebra exam.
I liked it when I didn't know where the duck I was going to college.
In short, I liked the 10th grade.
It was freeing and worry free.
Well, too bad I don't have a Time Turner. Or a Tardis. Or a good ol' Hot Tub Time Machine (Ahhh, that was a fun movie). I could do with a Hot Tub though.
Now I actually have to make a choice! Between colleges! *cue bratty spoilt girl tantrum and whining*
Yes, I'm still a spoilt bitch.
So yeah, me.
I've had this anger thing going on.
Its undeniably creepy.
When I'm angry, I can feel my anger travelling to my fingertips like sparks.
Like I said. It's creepy.
From this, I concluded that I'm turning into a werewolf. Embracing my animalistic side.
If I do, I'm definitely going to be an Alpha.
Hell, yeah.
Meh, I'm weird like that.
So. College.
That's going to be fun.
Drunken parties and late nights out? Whatevs.
Fun Karaoke parties and midnight walks that turn into drunken gatherings? Fuck yeah.
Like I said, I'm a weird child.
Who's going to college.
All alone.
Living by myself.
On a budget.
Without my mommy.
Cue the quarter life crisis.
Bye munchkins,
Tall Girl M.